Coal Hole

You rush up and ask rash questions

We sit down and compose our replies

There is nothing like a good time

This is nothing like a good time

Oooh! Down in the coal hole

Oooh! Every night

Recipe for fake disasters

Moneyed cousins Snipe and Snape

Hank is dead, the strike is over

We never knew we had so many friends

Out on the pavement a pigeon eats shit

And a half dead banker is watching it

We are born but we live and learn

Then we die and forget it all

We are born and we live to regret it

As the press writes up and die right presses down

Oooh! Down in the coal hole

Oooh! Every night

Who is that hunchback up there in the tower?

I don't know his name but his face rings a bell

He stole a shirt but it did not fit hirn

So they locked hirn up when he took it back