The spring is in the air, the birds are chirping, my kidneys are aching, I have no “dough”, nor I get any sleep!*
How can I save money, when my pay is being cut and the price of liquor's going up?
My memory's getting weaker: not only did I forgot my home town, I have only a vague recollection of what happened yesterday?!
Questions…
Job: “A hundred days of coughing up,
Can't buy on credit,
Shopping at Poundstretcher,
Isn't up to much,
Work for low wages,
Or on the dole,
Whole days doing nothing,
Just watching TV”
There's one answer to these questions: I won't drink any more… I won't drink any less! I won't sing any more… And won't sing any less!
Writer(s): Job Chajes, Alec Kopyt
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