| Got a silver quarter in my pocket
|
| I picked it up and then I lost it
|
| Walk down checking checking every crack in the road
|
| And instead I found a golden rose
|
| Looked up at you and then I lost it
|
| No more pennies to fill my pockets
|
| Buttered hands couldn’t try to drop this
|
| This kind of love don’t fit in lockets
|
| And then I dropped it
|
| I thought I finally found a friend
|
| Who’d put up with me until the end
|
| Dumb and bored I tried to stop it
|
| Then I stuck a knife inside a socket
|
| Stuck inside this unless rocket
|
| Going nowhere but I can’t stop it
|
| I can’t believe I went and dropped it
|
| This kind of love don’t fit in lockets
|
| And then I dropped it
|
| I thought send you Sunday roses
|
| (No more pennies to fill my pockets)
|
| The kind of stuff you wouldn’t notice
|
| (No more pennies to fill my pockets)
|
| Acting tough and striking poses
|
| To feel at home I’m feeling hopeless
|
| (No more pennies I can’t stop it)
|
| Stuck inside this big old rocket
|
| Going nowhere but I can’t stop it
|
| 'Cause I dropped it |