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Ain't got no money to get a shave
Ain't got no time to get a job
I drink my whisky; I drink my wine
I left my worries far behind
I'm feelin' hungry; I'm feelin' broke
If you could spare one, I could surely use a smoke
I got no history; I got no past
If you don't help me, don't think I'll last
I got to get more time
To drink a bit more wine
I've got the perfect crime
Brother can you spare a dime?
You see me standin' on your street
My hands are open; I got nothin' there to eat
I drink my whiskey; I drink my wine
I want the band to play when I die