Joel Plaskett - Broke lyrics
[Joel Plaskett - Broke lyrics]
Jingle, jangle, pocketful of metal
Johnny’s in the basement
Hooking up the kettle thinking to himself
"I guess I gotta settle for less"
He’s a mess
Jenny, Jenny, a plastic bag of pennies
Roll ‘em in brown paper, turn ‘em into twenty
Walking to the bank, she’s knocking
"Is there anybody here?
Have I made myself clear?"
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken
Charlene, Charlene, everybody’s darling
High on something heavy
She’s flying like a starling
Coming down the stairs
She’s tripping through a chemistry class
Life’s a blast
Billy’s down from Sydney and, damn
He’s looking handsome
Stumbling down Portland
Holding it for ransom if you got a loonie
He’ll tell you the dirtiest joke
"Hey man, can I bum a smoke?"
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken
You never see the wound
You only see the scar
Were we landing on the moon
Or standing at the bar?
It’s four in the morning
I don’t know where I am or who you are
Last chance landlord, renting out a closet
Picking up the weekly, making the deposit
Walking from the bank while we’re
Headed for the National Exchange
This world is strange
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken
Johnny’s in the basement
Hooking up the kettle thinking to himself
"I guess I gotta settle for less"
He’s a mess
Jenny, Jenny, a plastic bag of pennies
Roll ‘em in brown paper, turn ‘em into twenty
Walking to the bank, she’s knocking
"Is there anybody here?
Have I made myself clear?"
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken
Charlene, Charlene, everybody’s darling
High on something heavy
She’s flying like a starling
Coming down the stairs
She’s tripping through a chemistry class
Life’s a blast
Billy’s down from Sydney and, damn
He’s looking handsome
Stumbling down Portland
Holding it for ransom if you got a loonie
He’ll tell you the dirtiest joke
"Hey man, can I bum a smoke?"
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken
You never see the wound
You only see the scar
Were we landing on the moon
Or standing at the bar?
It’s four in the morning
I don’t know where I am or who you are
Last chance landlord, renting out a closet
Picking up the weekly, making the deposit
Walking from the bank while we’re
Headed for the National Exchange
This world is strange
I’m broke, I know I’m broke
But, I’m not broken