Pearly Jim

My screenplay’s on the block

My Tuscan villa’s in hock

To Mister Pearly Jim

My wife and kids have scrammed

They say my phone is jammed

By Mister 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

They call him Pearly Jim

Why did you wait so long?

Can you help him 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 Mister Pearly Jim

I mortgaged my des. res

He needs a boost, he says

Does Mister Pearly Jim

He’s got a compound down

The balmy side of town

The guards’ll give you shits

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

And 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