Jack Dandy

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Jack Dandy

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Winter nineteen eighty one down at the station Sleeping bag and sixty three pounds heading for waterloo station Last night I shook my fathers hand told him I was leaving But as the train goes past the docks my heart stays unbelieving Sometimes I wish I was rich Sometimes I wish that I was dead Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train Sometimes I wish that I was home again But I'm strutting with the cats Running with the dogs Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs Looking for the secret of the little white bags Sometimes I wish I was rich Sometimes I wish that I was dead Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train Sometimes I wish that I was home again But I'm strutting with the cats Running with the dogs Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs Looking for the secret of the little white bags All the friends I left behind die slowly on the dole The factory on the big estate has swallowed my best friend whole Now I'm living in a hammersmith squat watching an old TV On the screen the days go by and never stop for me Sometimes I wish I was rich Sometimes I wish that I was dead Sometimes I wish that I was back on the train Sometimes I wish that I was home again But I'm strutting with the cats Running with the dogs Drinking down the poison to the bottom of the dregs Looking for the secret of the little white bags

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