I apologize, seem to have arrived, home with items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased. I'll have them fed-exed to you, It was a strange thing to do, I hope we can still be friends. Ah, it was not me, but someone else, you see, Twisting the steering reins. Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine, Leave go my golden arm. I don't give advise, But be wise and think twice, Before getting involved in a game. Where the minority Face the majority, Who are faceless and born without names. Was it Knocksink when we came across three men, They had church candles wrapped in newspaper. I bought two from them, And I lit one for you, I hope the message made it's way down the wire. Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine, Leave go my golden arm. The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone To the farm like the others said. A Rhodesian Ridgeback, Off the beaten track, In a furniture shop down on the quays. For the loneliness you foster, I suggest Paul Auster, A book called Timbuktu. Put a penny in the slot and watch the Drunken sailor boy dance. She will not let you be Her lover. She goes out looking for The taxi. Her phone is ringing straight to Message-minder. Send out a battalion to Find her. Put a penny in the slot and count the Swans through a telescope. I can't help from cryin' I wish you were mine. When I was seventeen, I followed my dream, Up into a high-rise block. The adventures of Augie March, By Saul Bel-low, Was all I had for company. At night time I'd lie In Beckenham Park, With tears like flashbulbs. And recall my treasure- Searching days, In the rock pools as a kid. To the remains of The Chair-o-Planes, Or around the bonfire in Nailors' cove. Good company and grief Sit like a dock leaf, Sits beside a stinging nettle. Put a penny in the slot and make an artificial light shine, Leave go my golden arm.