From "Ground Beef"
Turn me upside down and shake
Think of all the cash you'd make.
It's all yours now
Turn my pockets inside out
Spill their contents all about...
And it all falls down, down
And the loose change rolls around
I'm a poor man now but still a man
A tiny sliver of the master plan.
When everything goes wrong
You can sing the poor man's song
And I'll bring a foot to tap along
Tapalong
Tapalong
Copyright 2001 Zach London