(StrummerJones)I have been a washer upAn' he has been a scrubber upAn' I seen him a picking upDog ends in the rain
An' he has never read a bookThough I told him to take a lookHe lifted his poolhall cueFor another gameBut it ain't no mode
rn miracleThat we found the golden ruleWhat you can't buy you gotta stealAn' what you say can't steal you better leaveI do
n't like to hang aboutIn this lonely room'Cos london is for going outAnd trying to hear a tuneBut people come pouncing up t
o meAnd say what are you doing hereYou're supposed to be a starNot a cheapskate bleeding queerLike a load of rats from a s
inking shipYou slag us down to save your hipBut you don't give me the benfitOf your doubt'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it
outWe're cheapskates anything'll doWe're cheapskates what are we supposed to do?An' we can rockHey hey let's rollAn' we c
an walkAn' do the strollJust because we're in a groupYou think we're stinking rich'N we all got model girlsShedding every
stitch'N You think the cocaine's flowingLike a river up our noses'N every sea will part for usLike the red one did for Mos
esWell I hope you make it one dayJust like you always said you would some dayAnd I'll get out my money and make a betThat
I'll be seein' you down the launderette