[Intro]
I have been a washer up
And he has been a scrubber up
And I've seen him a pickin' up
Dog ends in the rain
And he has never read the book
Though I told him to take a look
He lifted his pool hall cue
For another game
[Verse 1]
But it isn't no modern miracle
That we found the golden rule
What you can't buy, ya' gotta steal
And what ya' can't steal ya' better not need
I don't like to hang about
In this lonely room
'Cause London is for going out
And tryin' to hear a tune
But people come poncin' 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 sinkin' ship
You slag us down to save your hip
But don't give me the benefit of your doubt
Because I'll bite it off and spit it out
I have been a washer up
And he has been a scrubber up
And I've seen him a pickin' up
Dog ends in the rain
And he has never read the book
Though I told him to take a look
He lifted his pool hall cue
For another game
[Verse 1]
But it isn't no modern miracle
That we found the golden rule
What you can't buy, ya' gotta steal
And what ya' can't steal ya' better not need
I don't like to hang about
In this lonely room
'Cause London is for going out
And tryin' to hear a tune
But people come poncin' 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 sinkin' ship
You slag us down to save your hip
But don't give me the benefit of your doubt
Because I'll bite it off and spit it out
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