Pearly Jim

The street pays out the block
For Tuscan pillars in hot
To Mister Purley Jim
My wife and kids will scram
They say my phone is jammed
By Mister Purley Jim
He dresses up in rags
He's Mister Money Bags
They call him Purley Jim
He'll show you paradise
He knows a place quite nice
It's Mister Purley 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
The self-denial brings the salt in a rash

I'm rolling dice for Jim
I'm cutting slice too thin
For Mister Purley Jim
I'll mortgage my dress reds
He needs a boost he says
Does Mister Purley Jim
He's got a compound down
On the mummy side of town
The kind to give you shit
He's got a Purley suit
For every new recruit
That feels a bit too bit

When he grits in that Purley smile
Will you go that extra mile?

Alms for the poor
Alms for the poor
Arty Lang's got me tied up in knots
Chairman Mao's got a whole lot of thoughts

Does your conscience ever scream
Between the chaos and the dream?

Alms for the poor
Alms for the poor
If they said time paid us here on the street
The whole universe would be our receipt