Crying All The Way To The Pawnshop

If I didn't have bad luck

I'd have no luck at all

No luck at all



If I couldn't sing, if I couldn't sing

I'd probably make decent money



Crying all the way

To the pawnshop and I pray

For my superficial gene to clam down

Trying not to buy

Quite as many under eye creams

I'm crying all the way to the pawnshop



When my dad was my age

He had a big wage

A summerhouse, French holidays



Crying all the way to the pawnshop...



Water and noodles

No-good-nappies for the kids

Two thousand arguments

about an empty fridge