Charlie Parker(!) from More Everything by Baby Snufkin

A little money could bring us hope
Some spicy gravy for our lumpy meals
A picture postcard of the houses down the block

Starving babies, that’s what we are
A little hungry but ready to roar
A hot potato bounces from our house to yours

Looks like rain now, Mama, close those curtains and doors
Don’t open ’til Monday morning ‘cause we’ve got something worth gold
We got something worth gold, something worth gold

Look at Marta, she’s pretty fine, she’s our educated host
She knows how to give’em hell and she knows how to stroke their hair

Well, I remember Charlie Parker(!) mighty alto saxophone
But he’s lost like a little lamb with his feet peddlin’ in the air.

Those goddamn Sunday papers ain’t got nothin’ on me
Don’t plug that box with funky nickels ‘cause what you want ain’t free
What you want ain’t free (3x)

We could watch the airport and highway
Hey, that plane’s goin’ down
Have seen those men coming my way
Could ya, would ya tell’em I’m not around, I’m not around

They ain’t got nothin’ on me (4x)

Here I am just walking along singing my song
Here I am just walking along ain’t nothin’ wrong

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• The Cure
• The Police
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