Lyrics Short Arms - Y&T

Short Arms

I wanted dinner and you give the tip
He had twenty-seven cents and a chewed toothpick
Got a picture in his wallet of Ebenezer Scrooge, yeah
I said, «Old Ebenezer ain’t got nothing on you.»
Well, he talks real loud but his money never makes a sound
When the chips lay down he’s lost in the crowd, can’t be found
He’s got short arms and deep pockets
A penny-pincher in the first degree
Short arms and deep pockets
In other words, you can say he was cheap
Took him to a party, first class uptown
Stuffing all his pockets every time I turn around
Well, he talks real loud but his money never makes a sound
Well, when the chips lay down he’s lost in the crowd, can’t be found
He’s got short arms and deep pockets
A penny-pincher in the first degree
Short arms and deep pockets
In other words, you can say he was cheap
Man, that guy was a cheap dude
Tell me
Oh, Ebenezer, Ebenezer’s great
Get down, here we go!
Tell me now, baby
Here he comes
You can just about hear him squeak
He’s got short arms and deep pockets
A penny-pincher in the first degree
Short arms and deep pockets
In other words, you can say he was cheap
Short arms and deep pockets
Oh man, you can hear him squeak
Short arms and deep pockets
I bet you could say (I bet you could say)
I bet you could say that man was nothin' but a dirty dog, nothing, dirt-cheap