Hole in my Pocket.

By Mickey Jupp
Well, I was smoking my cigarette, and I was drinking my gin
I was minding my business, when this chick walked in
She wandered over my way and she give me a wink
She said, I'll just sit here looking pretty
You can buy the drinks Well, ain't that the way it goes
Ain't that the way it goes I got a hole in my pocket,
Hate the way I loose my dough

Well, come ten-thirty I leave that bar an'
I see me a policeman contemplating my car
He said Buddy, You're on a yellow line
I'll give you the ticket, brother
You can pay the fine.
Well, ain't that the way it goes
Ain't that the way it goes
I got a hole in my pocket,
Hate the way I loose my dough

Break

Well I started up my motor, and I drove off with my chick
'Cos, it was getting late and my head was getting thick
Way too late I saw the '57 Oldsmobile
The driver took my number now he's sending me the bill
Well, ain't that the way it goes
Ain't that the way it goes
I got a hole in my pocket,
Hate the way I loose my dough

 



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