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