Lyrics I Love Broken Shoes - Jim Guthrie

I Love Broken Shoes

Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
I have a harmonica that’s wrapped in gold
I wear a box that god has sold
I love broken shoes
(one, two, three, four)
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
I’ve a telephone, hey anarchy
Juvenile delinquency
I love broken shoes
(one, two, three, four)
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?