You could have been a docker You had it all Feather cut and muscles I hear you're a banker these days Well, we took New York And wrapped it up in a silver shawl Yeah, yeah, yeah You were always kicking in The exit door While I was saving pennies For the bus back home Coming down in the afternoon Excuse me, John, what are you on? Can you spare a bit for me to carry on? Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach, out of it, again You carried off a billboard Twenty foot by ten And put it in your bedroom Now you can't get in So please wash your hands As you leave this century Excuse me, John, what are you on? Can you spare a bit for me to carry on? Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach, out of it, again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know you want it You know you need it You know I need it too Excuse me, John, what are you on? Can you spare a bit for me to carry on? Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach, out of it Excuse me, John, what are you on? Can you spare a bit for me to carry on? Through today, 'til tonight 'Cos tomorrow's out of sight Out of reach, out of it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah © ANXIOUS MUSIC LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com