go to the movies or maybe a pub to buy a drink or two, get me some candy in the local liquor store
drown out my sorrows from the night before
or lay in bed until my back is sore
fighting the pillows regretting my life is such an awful bore
everything on the bottom shelf not on the top drawer.
Yet payday is a long way off there's a lot for me to do
go to a concert or visit the zoo any things better than hanging in the house
looking out the window searching for a mouse
then I put my hand to that awful locket I remember your tenner that's in my left pocket
temptation hits me drags me to the shop buy myself a chocolate bar or maybe a pork chop
The fatal words then came ringing out To me "do not be afraid
Keep ten pounds in your pocket, you'll forever more be paid
never ever spend it, never let it go coz when that day comes you'll be digging yourself a hole
If you can find your way to keep it whole and square
your cupboards will be always full and never will be bare"
so I opened the cupboard guess what I saw there
A letter from my father wrapped in a twine of hair.
I cut the parchment open to unseal a mystery as if I were a lad climbing up a tree
Unwrapping it with shaking hands the words sprang out at me,
quickly I began to read so put my eyes to see
"Don't you spend that tenner son or you'll be brassick lint; like me".
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