I Apologise,
Seem To Have Arrived,
On What Items In My Bag From Your House.
There's Cutlery,
A Tablecloth, Some Hennessy,
And A Book On Presidents Deceased.
I'll Have Them Fed-exed To You,
It Was A Strange Thing To Do,
I Hope We Can Still Be Friends.
Ah, It Was Not Me,
But Someone Else, You See,
Twisting The Steering Reins.

Put A Penny In The Slot And Make An
Artificial Li-ii-iight Shine,
Leave Go-ooo. Mark Old And Line.

I Don't Give Advise,
But Be Wise And Think Twice,
Before Getting Involved In A Game.
Where The Minority
Face The Majority,
Who Are Faceless And Born Without Names.
Was It Knock Synch When
We Came Across Three Men,
They Had Church Candles Wrapped In Newspaper.
I Bought Two From Them,
And I'll Lit One For You,
I Hope The Message Made It's Way Down The Wire.

Put A Penny In The Slot And Make An
Artificial Li-ii-iight Shine,
Leave Go-ooo. Mark Old And Line.

The Soul Of A Dog,
He's Alive And Not Gone
To The Farm Like The Others Said.
A Rhodesian Richback,
Off The Beaten Track,
In A Furniture Shop Down On The Quays.
For The Lonliness You Foster,
I Suggest Paul Oster,
A Book Called Timbuktu.

Put A Penny In The Slot And Watch The
Drunken Sailor Boy Dance.
She Will Not Let You Be
Her Lov-ver.
She Goes Out Looking For
The Taxi.
Her Phone Is Ringing Straight To
Message-minder.
Send Out A Battalion To
Find Her.

Put A Penny In The Slot And Count The
Swans Through A Te-elescope.
I Can't Help From Cryin'
I Wish You Were Mine.

When I Was Seventeen,
I Followed My Dream,
Up Into A High-rise Block.
The Adventures Of Augie March,
By Saul Bel-low,
Was All I Had For Company.
At Night Time I'd Lie
In Beckingham Pike,
With Tears Like Flashbulbs.
And Recall My Treasure-
Searching Days,
In The Rock Pools As A Kid.

To The Remains Of
The Cherub Plains,
Or Around The Bonfire In Nailors' Cove.
Good Company And Grief
Sit Like A Dark Leaf,
Sits Beside A Singing Nett-le.

Put A Penny In The Slot And Make An
Artificial Li-ii-iight Shi-iine,
Leave Go-ooo. My Golden Arm