Lyrics:

(Strummer/Jones)



I have been a washer up

An' he has been a scrubber up

An' I seen him a picking up

Dog ends in the rain

An' he has never read a book

Though I told him to take a look

He lifted his poolhall cue

For another game

But it ain't no modern miracle

That we found the golden rule

What you can't buy you gotta steal

An' what you say can't steal you better leave



I don't like to hang about

In this lonely room

'Cos london is for going out

And trying to hear a tune

But people come pouncing up to me

And say what are you doing here

You're supposed to be a star

Not a cheapskate bleeding queer



Like a load of rats from a sinking ship

You slag us down to save your hip

But you don't give me the benfit

Of your doubt

'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out



We're cheapskates anything'll do

We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do?

An' we can rock

Hey hey let's roll

An' we can walk

An' do the stroll



Just because we're in a group

You think we're stinking rich

'N we all got model girls

Shedding every stitch

'N You think the cocaine's flowing

Like a river up our noses

'N every sea will part for us

Like the red one did for Moses



Well I hope you make it one day

Just like you always said you would some day

And I'll get out my money and make a bet

That I'll be seein' you down the launderette