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My screenplay's on the block |
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My Tuscan villa's in hock |
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To Mr. Pearly Jim |
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My wife and kids have scrammed |
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They say my phone is jammed |
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By Mr. Pearly Jim |
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He dresses up in rags |
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He's mister money bags |
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They call him Pearly Jim |
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He'll show you Paradise |
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At least some place quite nice |
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He's Mr. Pearly Jim |
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Why did you wait so long? |
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Can you help him to sing his song? |
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Alms for the poor, alms for the poor |
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We need ketchup on our bangers and mash |
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This self-denial brings us out in a rash |
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I'm rolling dice for gin |
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I'm getting sliced too thin |
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By Mr. Pearly Jim |
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I mortgaged my des res |
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He needs a boost, he says |
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He's Mr. Pearly Jim |
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He's got a compound down |
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The balmy side of town |
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The guards will give you shits |
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He's got a pearly suit |
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For every new recruit |
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You'll feel so thrilled to bits |
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When he grits that pearly smile |
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Will you go that extra mile? |
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Alms for the poor, alms for the poor |
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Chairman Mao's got a whole lot of thoughts |
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R.D. Laing's got me tied up in knots |
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Does your conscience ever scream |
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Between the chaos and the dream? |
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Alms for the poor, alms for the poor |
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To save time just pay us here on the street |
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The whole universe will be our receipt |
