JACK4DAW - THE BIG ITCH
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It’s not romance that makes me wear my breeks in bed tonight
if Lizzie laid a hand on me I’d surely die of fright
No passion keeps my hand installed inside my dungarees
You see I’ve had a bit of luck upon the old gee gees
But years of going to bed quite rich and rising stony broke
Have made me hang onto my loot I tell you it’s no joke
Old Betsy’s swift as any deer and quicker than a flash
And if I make just one mistake I’ll lose my hard earned cash
so as I lie here counting sheep and where the money goes……
Oh no she’s got my wad again…….. Why did I scratch my nose ?
© jack4daw 2011