Basil Mark Knopfler

[Verse 1]
My Saturday job pays six and six down
A copy boy at the Chronicle
Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns
Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town
Boy, do we get around

[Verse 2]
Basil sits there on the table for subs
But not a part of the Bri-nylon club
Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job
Bored out of his mind with the Colins and Bobs

[Chorus]
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

[Verse 3]
He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell
Poets have to eat as well
What he wouldn’t give just to walk out today
To have time to think about time
And young love thrown away

[Chorus]
I’m a jack and a lad
And I’m up for the world
And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl