The Clash Lyrics
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 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
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