Pocket Change - This Way to the EGRESS

Walking down the street in New Orleans

Got a pocket full of change and a drunken streak

That barrel house and the broken bank’s a shame

Bug-eyed betty gonna turn it loose

«He's a cake eater man,» Gonna cook that goose

Pocket change gonna brighten up our day!

Scattered around, corner on the block

Throw 'em a clam, without no stop

Don’t take no wooden nickels just the same

Banjo missy’s got you for a deuce

She’s a gold digger man, too hip to jive

Get hot, get hot!

Pocket change will change the world!

Pocket change, getting rid of your jack

Pocket change, go on and give ‘em your scratch

Pocket change, my, my, is that a sawbuck, dear?

Dimes, quarters, nickels, pennies— never a sting

Shower it down, baby do that thing

Pocket change gonna make this world go round, yeah!

Gotta bum’s rush by the flat foots

Turned over all your dead soldiers don’t know from nothing

That drug store cowboy ain’t got no shame left!

Let’s get outta here darling, this towns' dried up

Go up to tin pan alley «Why, you gotta couple of years?»

Get canned—corked—tanked—primed—scorched—jazzed—fried to the hat!

Pocket change, digging down for that dough

Pocket change, go on and throw me a note

Pocket change, come on, I know you’s a tycoon

Dimes, quarters, nickels, pennies—always my thing

Shower it down baby, everything

Pocket change gonna make this world go round, yeah!

Pocket change, giving all your cash

Pocket change, come on and give me that stash

Pocket change, reach down and deep into your pockets

Dimes quarters nickels pennies, how ‘bout I sing?

Shower it down, see what I bring

Pocket change gonna make this world go round!

I said pocket change gonna make this world go round, yeah

I said pocket change gonna make this world go round!