Pocket Change Lyrics

Walking down the street in New Orleans
Got a pocketful of change and a drunken streak
That barrel house and the broken bank's a shame
Bug-eyed Betty gonna turn it loose
“He's a cake eater man,” Gonna cook that goose
Pocket change gonna brighten up our day!

Scattered around corner on the block
Throw 'em a clam, without no stop
Don't take no wooden nickels just the same
Banjo missy's got you for a deuce
She's a gold digger man, too hip to jive
Get hot, get hot! Pocket change will change the world!

Pocket change, getting rid of your jack
Pocket change, go on and give ‘em your scratch
Pocket change, my, my, is that a sawbuck, dear?
Dimes, quarters, nickels, pennies—never a sting
Shower it down, baby do that thing
Pocket change gonna make this world go 'round, yeah!

Gotta bum's rush by the flat foots
Turned over all your dead soldiers don't know from nothing
That drug store cowboy ain't got no shame left! Let's get outta here darling, this town's dried up
Go up to tin pan alley “Why, you got a couple of years?”
Get canned—corked—tanked—primed—scorched—jazzed—fried to the hat!
Pocket change, digging down for that dough
Pocket change, go on and throw me a note
Pocket change, come on, I know you's a tycoon
Dimes, quarters, nickels, pennies—always my thing
Shower it down baby, everything
Pocket change gonna make this world go 'round, yeah!

Pocket change, giving all your cash
Pocket change, come on and give me that stash
Pocket change, reach down and deep into your pockets
Dimes quarters nickels pennies—how ‘bout I sing?
Shower it down, see what I bring
Pocket change gonna make this world go 'round!

I said pocket change gonna make this world go 'round, yeah

I said pocket change gonna make this world go 'round!

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