Just like Tom Purcell!
And I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![1], and baked beans are looking good ...[1], and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![2], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[1], and baked beans are looking good ...[2], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[1], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[2], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[1], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[2], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[1], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[2], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[1], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[2], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![1], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[2], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[1], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![2], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![1], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[2], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[1], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![2], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![1], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[2], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[1], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![2], and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[2], and baked beans are looking good ...[3], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[3], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[3], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[3], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[3], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[3], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![3], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[3], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![3], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[3], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[3], and
And I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![1], and baked beans are looking good ...[1], and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![2], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[1], and baked beans are looking good ...[2], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[1], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[2], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[1], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[2], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[1], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[2], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[1], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[2], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![1], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[2], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[1], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![2], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![1], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[2], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[1], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![2], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![1], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[2], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[1], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![2], and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[2], and baked beans are looking good ...[3], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[3], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[3], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[3], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[3], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[3], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![3], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[3], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![3], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[3], and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[3], and
And I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![1], and baked beans are looking good ...[1],
and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got
to put this money to work![2], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or
left pocket?[1], and baked beans are looking good ...[2], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[1], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[2], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[1], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[2], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[1], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[2], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[1], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[2], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![1], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[2], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[1], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![2], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![1], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[2], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[1], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high
up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![2], and oh boy I remember
the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence
each![1], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[2],
and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[1], and oh boy I remember the
days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![2],
and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got
to put this money to work![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these
days?[2], and baked beans are looking good ...[3], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[3], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[3], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[3], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[3], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[3], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![3], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[3], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![3], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[3],
and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews,
only half a pence each![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these
days?[3], and
And I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got to put this money to work![1], and baked beans are looking good ...[1],
and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got
to put this money to work![2], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or
left pocket?[1], and baked beans are looking good ...[2], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[1], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[2], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[1], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[2], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[1], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[2], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[1], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[2], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![1], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[2], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[1], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![2], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![1], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[2], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[1], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high
up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![2], and oh boy I remember
the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence
each![1], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[2],
and how much is a Curly Wurly these days?[1], and oh boy I remember the
days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews, only half a pence each![2],
and I've got eighty pence burning a hole in my pocket / Man, I've got
to put this money to work![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these
days?[2], and baked beans are looking good ...[3], and it's a BIG DECISION: right pocket or left pocket?[3], and you've got to have a dream, son, and I can dream of ... (fool's) GOLD(!)[3], and I would buy that house in Malibu ... if only I had more than eighty pence to my name[3], and it must be a nightmare being Stevie Cohen - the man has more money than nonsense[3], and I know there's a soup kitchen at the end of the rainbow ...[3], and under my mattress there ain't nothing but fleas![3], and yeah I've considered selling matches at the end of the street, but I don't like the hours in all weathers[3], and I don't care / I'm sure I'll be better off managing my consciousness high up on the mountain, just like Zarathustra![3], and success? a man, London, loan, little handcart, newspapers, and now? NOTHING! still owes for the handcart[3],
and oh boy I remember the days of my childhood ... fruit salad chews,
only half a pence each![3], and how much is a Curly Wurly these
days?[3], and
