put a penny in the slot

i apologize

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 advice

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-ooo. mark old and line

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 loneliness 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 bel-low

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 doc leaf

sits beside a singing nett-le

put a penny in the slot and make an

artificial li-ii-iight shi-iine

leave go-ooo. my golden arm