Put A Penny In The Slot
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โฑ๏ธ 4:05 duration
๐ ID: 27889136
๐ Lyrics
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, my golden arm
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 Auster
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 Below
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, my golden arm
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, my golden arm
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 Auster
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 Below
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, my golden arm
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.54] I apologise
[00:02.21] Seem to have arrived
[00:04.17] On what items in my bag from your house.
[00:07.77] There's cutlery
[00:09.87] A tablecloth, some Hennessy
[00:12.08] And a book on Presidents deceased.
[00:15.63] I'll have them fed-exed to you
[00:18.20] It was a strange thing to do
[00:20.24] I hope we can still be friends.
[00:23.50] Ah, it was not me
[00:25.92] But someone else, you see
[00:27.84] Twisting the steering reins.
[00:32.84] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[00:33.95] Artificial li-ii-iight shine
[00:38.32] Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
[00:45.86] I don't give advise
[00:48.68] But be wise and think twice
[00:50.96] Before getting involved in a game.
[00:54.59] Where the minority
[00:56.78] Face the majority
[00:58.86] Who are faceless and born without names.
[01:02.78] Was it knock synch when
[01:04.65] We came across three men
[01:06.42] They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
[01:10.72] I bought two from them
[01:12.88] And I'll lit one for you
[01:14.97] I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
[01:19.65] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[01:21.27] Artificial li-ii-iight shine
[01:25.26] Leave, go, my golden arm
[01:32.35] The soul of a dog
[01:35.00] He's alive and not gone
[01:36.96] To the farm like the others said.
[01:40.81] A Rhodesian richback
[01:42.97] Off the beaten track
[01:44.43] In a furniture shop down on the quays.
[01:49.09] For the lonliness you foster
[01:50.81] I suggest Paul Auster
[01:52.74] A book called Timbuktu.
[01:56.52] Put a penny in the slot and watch the
[01:58.91] Drunken sailor boy dance.
[02:04.77] She will not let you be
[02:08.46] Her lov-ver.
[02:12.85] She goes out looking for
[02:16.12] The taxi.
[02:21.18] Her phone is ringing straight to
[02:24.33] Message-minder.
[02:29.10] Send out a battalion to
[02:33.33] Find her.
[02:37.73] Put a penny in the slot and count the
[02:39.27] Swans through a te-elescope.
[02:43.90] I can't help from cryin'
[02:47.00] I wish you were mine.
[02:51.61] When I was seventeen
[02:53.53] I followed my dream
[02:55.63] Up into a high-rise block.
[02:58.80] The adventures of Augie March
[03:01.39] By Saul Below
[03:03.26] Was all I had for company.
[03:07.56] At night time I'd lie
[03:09.65] In Beckingham pike
[03:11.71] With tears like flashbulbs.
[03:15.77] And recall my treasure-
[03:17.51] Searching days
[03:19.63] In the rock pools as a kid.
[03:25.85] To the remains of
[03:27.55] The cherub plains
[03:29.42] Or around the bonfire in Nailors cove.
[03:33.75] Good company and grief
[03:35.28] Sit like a dark leaf
[03:37.64] Sits beside a singing nett-le.
[03:41.26] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[03:43.65] Artificial li-ii-iight shi-iine
[03:47.99] Leave, go, my golden arm
[03:54.23]
[00:02.21] Seem to have arrived
[00:04.17] On what items in my bag from your house.
[00:07.77] There's cutlery
[00:09.87] A tablecloth, some Hennessy
[00:12.08] And a book on Presidents deceased.
[00:15.63] I'll have them fed-exed to you
[00:18.20] It was a strange thing to do
[00:20.24] I hope we can still be friends.
[00:23.50] Ah, it was not me
[00:25.92] But someone else, you see
[00:27.84] Twisting the steering reins.
[00:32.84] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[00:33.95] Artificial li-ii-iight shine
[00:38.32] Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.
[00:45.86] I don't give advise
[00:48.68] But be wise and think twice
[00:50.96] Before getting involved in a game.
[00:54.59] Where the minority
[00:56.78] Face the majority
[00:58.86] Who are faceless and born without names.
[01:02.78] Was it knock synch when
[01:04.65] We came across three men
[01:06.42] They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.
[01:10.72] I bought two from them
[01:12.88] And I'll lit one for you
[01:14.97] I hope the message made it's way down the wire.
[01:19.65] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[01:21.27] Artificial li-ii-iight shine
[01:25.26] Leave, go, my golden arm
[01:32.35] The soul of a dog
[01:35.00] He's alive and not gone
[01:36.96] To the farm like the others said.
[01:40.81] A Rhodesian richback
[01:42.97] Off the beaten track
[01:44.43] In a furniture shop down on the quays.
[01:49.09] For the lonliness you foster
[01:50.81] I suggest Paul Auster
[01:52.74] A book called Timbuktu.
[01:56.52] Put a penny in the slot and watch the
[01:58.91] Drunken sailor boy dance.
[02:04.77] She will not let you be
[02:08.46] Her lov-ver.
[02:12.85] She goes out looking for
[02:16.12] The taxi.
[02:21.18] Her phone is ringing straight to
[02:24.33] Message-minder.
[02:29.10] Send out a battalion to
[02:33.33] Find her.
[02:37.73] Put a penny in the slot and count the
[02:39.27] Swans through a te-elescope.
[02:43.90] I can't help from cryin'
[02:47.00] I wish you were mine.
[02:51.61] When I was seventeen
[02:53.53] I followed my dream
[02:55.63] Up into a high-rise block.
[02:58.80] The adventures of Augie March
[03:01.39] By Saul Below
[03:03.26] Was all I had for company.
[03:07.56] At night time I'd lie
[03:09.65] In Beckingham pike
[03:11.71] With tears like flashbulbs.
[03:15.77] And recall my treasure-
[03:17.51] Searching days
[03:19.63] In the rock pools as a kid.
[03:25.85] To the remains of
[03:27.55] The cherub plains
[03:29.42] Or around the bonfire in Nailors cove.
[03:33.75] Good company and grief
[03:35.28] Sit like a dark leaf
[03:37.64] Sits beside a singing nett-le.
[03:41.26] Put a penny in the slot and make an
[03:43.65] Artificial li-ii-iight shi-iine
[03:47.99] Leave, go, my golden arm
[03:54.23]