Lyrics:

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 aint no modern miracle That we found the golden rule What you cant buy you gotta steal An what you say cant steal you better leave I dont 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 Youre 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 dont give me the benfit Of your doubt cos Ill bite it off and spit it out Were cheapskates anythingll do Were cheapskates what are we supposed to do? An we can rock Hey hey lets roll An we can walk An do the stroll Just because were in a group You think were stinking rich n we all got model girls Shedding every stitch n you think the cocaines 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 Ill get out my money and make a bet That Ill be seein you down the launderette