POCKET MONEY
(Birch/Douglas) © Rock Music Co Ltd

Well I’m the kinda guy who don’t have much, don’t even have a chequebook as such, and I certainly ain’t got no personal stash, but sometimes I like a little spending cash…

Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  I tell you pocket money can’t be beat, pocket money is my Saturday treat.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money, pocket money, ooh pocket money

I went to a dance it was jive, I had fifteen shillings or 'seventy-five'.  I bought a double whisky and I bought a double gin, then I ran out of cash had to pack it all in.  Now as I was walking towards the door, this guy ran up to me from across the dance floor.  He put a note in my hand and he said with a wink, ‘I hate to see a nice guy without a drink.’

Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  I tell you pocket money can’t be beat, pocket money is my Saturday treat.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money, pocket money, ooh pocket money

I went to a party the other night, this certain chick was out of sight.  Now we got talking and we got stoned, and she took me to a motel that her daddy owned.  She said, ‘Me and my man we wanna room, I’m the bride and he’s the groom.’  The desk clerk looked nervous at her request, so I slapped a little cash down on the desk.

Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money.  I tell you pocket money can’t be beat, pocket money is my Saturday treat.  Pocket money, ooh pocket money, pocket money, ooh pocket money

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