| Jingle, jangle, pocketful of metal
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| Johnny’s in the basement, hooking up the kettle
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| Thinking to himself, «I guess I gotta settle for less»
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| He’s a mess
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| Jenny, Jenny, a plastic bag of pennies
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| Roll ‘em in brown paper, turn ‘em into twenty
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| Walking to the bank, she’s knocking, «Is there anybody here?
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| Have I made myself clear?»
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| I’m broke, I know I’m broke
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| But I’m not broken
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| Charlene, Charlene, everybody’s darling
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| High on something heavy, she’s flying like a starling
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| Coming down the stairs, she’s tripping through a chemistry class
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| Life’s a blast
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| Billy’s down from Sydney and, damn, he’s looking handsome
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| Stumbling down Portland, holding it for ransom
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| If you got a loonie, he’ll tell you the dirtiest joke
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| «Hey man, can I bum a smoke?»
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| I’m broke, I know I’m broke
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| But I’m not broken
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| You never see the wound, you only see the scar
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| Were we landing on the moon or standing at the bar?
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| It’s four in the morning, I don’t know where I am or who you are
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| Last chance landlord, renting out a closet
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| Picking up the weekly, making the deposit
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| Walking from the bank while we’re headed for the National Exchange
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| This world is strange
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| I’m broke, I know I’m broke
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| But I’m not broken |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broke , by - Joel Plaskett. Song from the album The Park Avenue Sobriety Test, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня