Cheapskates

I have been a washer up    An’ he has been a scrubber up    An’ I seen him a picking up    Dog ends in the rain    An’ he has never read a book    Though I told him to take a look    He lifted his poolhall cue     For another game But it ain’t no modern miracle    That we found the golden rule    What you can’t buy you gotta steal    An’ what you say can’t steal you better leave    I don’t like to hang about    In this lonely room    ’Cos london is for going out    And trying to hear a tune    But people come pouncing up to me    And say what are you doing here    You’re supposed to be a star    Not a cheapskate bleeding queer    Like a load of rats from a sinking ship    You slag us down to save your hip    But you don’t give me the benfit    Of your doubt    ’Cos I’ll bite it off and spit it out    We’re cheapskates anything’ll do    We’re cheapskates what are we supposed to do?    An’ we can rock Hey hey let’s roll    An’ we can walk    An’ do the stroll    (Middle)                Just because we’re in a group    You think we’re stinking rich    ’N we all got model girls    Shedding every stitch    ’N You think the cocaine’s flowing    Like a river up our noses    ’N every sea will part for us    Like the red one did for Moses    Well I hope you make it one day    Just like you always said you would some day    And I’ll get out my money and make a bet    That I’ll be seein’ you down the launderette _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])