I

a-

po-

lo-

gize,

seem

to

have

ar-

rived

Home

with

i-

tems

in

my

bag

from

your

house

There-

's

cut-

le-

ry,

a

tab-

le-

cloth,

some

Hen-

nes-

sy

And

a

book

on

Pre-

si-

dents

de-

ceased

I'll

have

the-

m

fed-

exed

to

you,

it

was

a

strange

thing

to

do

I

hope

we

can

still

be

friends

Ah,

it

was

not

me,

but

some-

one

else,

you

see

Twist-

ing

the

steer-

ing

re-

ins

Put

a

pen-

ny

in

the

slot

and

make

an

a-

r-

ti-

fi-

cial

li-

ght

shine

Lea-

ve

go

,

my

go-

l-

de-

n

a-

rm

I

don't

give

ad-

vise,

but

be

wise

and

think

twice

Be-

fore

get-

ti-

ng

in-

volved

in

a

ga-

me

Where

the

mi-

no-

ri-

ty

face

the

ma-

jo-

ri-

ty

Who

are

face-

less

and

born

with-

out

na-

mes

Was

it

not

sick

when

we

came

a-

cross

three

men

They

had

church

cand-

les

wrapped

in

news-

pa-

per

I

bought

two

from

them

and

I

lit

one

for

you

I

hope

the

mes-

sage

made

it's

way

down

the

wi-

re

Put

a

pen-

ny

in

the

slot

and

make

an

a-

r-

ti-

fi-

cial

li-

ght

shine

Lea-

ve

go

,

my

go-

l-

de-

n

a-

rm

The

soul

of

a

dog,

he's

a-

live

and

not

gone

To

the

fa-

rm

like

the

o-

the-

rs

said

A

Rho-

de-

sian

Ridge-

back,

off

the

bea-

ten

track

In

a

fur-

ni-

ture

shop

down

on

the

quays

For

the

lone-

li-

ness

you

fos-

ter

I

sug-

gest

Pa-

ul

Aus-

ter

A

book

ca-

lled

Tim-

buk-

tu

Put

a

pen-

ny

in

the

slot

and

watch

the

Drun-

ken

sai-

lor

bo-

y

dance

She

will

not

let

you

be

her

lo-

ve-

r

She

goe-

s

out

look-

ing

fo-

r

the

ta-

xi

Her

pho-

ne

is

ring-

ing

strai-

ght

to

mes-

sage-

mi-

n-

de-

r

Send

out

a

bat-

ta-

lion

to

fi-

nd

he-

r

Put

a

pen-

ny

in

the

slot

and

count

the

swans

through

a

te-

le-

s-

cope

I

can't

help

from

cry-

in',

I

wish

you

were

mine

When

I

was

se-

ven-

teen,

I

fol-

lowed

my

dream

Up

in-

to

a

high-

rise

block

The

ad-

ve-

n-

tures

of

Au-

gie

March,

by

Saul

Be-

l-

low

Was

a-

ll

I

had

for

com-

pa-

ny

At

night

time

I'd

lie

in

Be-

cken-

ham

Park

With

tea-

rs

li-

ke

flash-

bu-

lbs

And

re-

ca-

ll

my

trea-

su-

re-

search-

ing

days

In

the

ro-

ck

pools

as

a

ki-

d

To

the

re-

mains

of

the

Chair-

o-

Planes

Or

a-

rou-

nd

the

bon-

fire

in

Nai-

lors'

co-

ve

Good

com-

pa-

ny

and

grief,

sit

like

a

dock

leaf

Sits

be-

side

a

sting-

ing

nett-

le

Put

a

pen-

ny

in

the

slot

and

make

an

a-

r-

ti-

fi-

cial

li-

ght

shi-

ne

Lea-

ve

go

,

my

go-

l-

de-

n

arm