Pearly Jim (Live|Explicit)

My screenplay's on the block

My Tuscan villa's in hock

To Mr

Pearly Jim

My wife and kids have scrammed

They say my phone is jammed

By Mr

Pearly Jim

He dresses up in rags

He's mister money bags

They call him Pearly Jim

He'll show you Paradise

At least some place quite nice

He's Mr

Pearly Jim

Why did you wait so long

Can you help him to sing his song

Alms for the poor

Alms for the poor

We need ketchup on our bangers and mash

This self denial brings us out in a rash

I'm rolling dice for gin

I'm getting sliced too thin

By Mr

Pearly Jim

I mortgaged my des res

He needs a boost

He says

He's Mr

Pearly Jim

He's got a compound down

The balmy side of town

The guards will give you s**ts

He's got a pearly suit

For every new recruit

You'll feel so thrilled to bits

When he grits that pearly smile

Will you go that extra mile

Alms for the poor

Alms for the poor

Chairman Mao's got a whole lot of thoughts

R

D

Laing's got me tied up in knots

Does your conscience ever scream

Between the chaos and the dream

Alms for the poor

Alms for the poor

To save time just pay us here on the street

The whole universe will be our receipt