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Put A Penny In The Slot Lyrics - Singles - Fionn Regan

I apologize, 

Seem to have arrived, 

On what items in my bag from your house. 

There's cutlery, 

A tablecloth, some Hennessy, 

And a book on Presidents deceased. 

I'll have them fed-exed to you, 

It was a strange thing to do, 

I hope we can still be friends. 

Ah, it was not me, 

But someone else, you see, 

Twisting the steering reins. 

 

Put a penny in the slot and make an 

Artificial li-ii-iight shine, 

Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line. 

 

I don't give advise, 

But be wise and think twice, 

Before getting involved in a game. 

Where the minority 

Face the majority, 

Who are faceless and born without names. 

Was it knock synch when 

We came across three men, 

They had church candles wrapped in newspaper. 

I bought two from them, 

And I'll lit one for you, 

I hope the message made it's way down the wire. 

 

Put a penny in the slot and make an 

Artificial li-ii-iight shine, 

Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line. 

 

The soul of a dog, 

He's alive and not gone 

To the farm like the others said. 

A Rhodesian richback, 

Off the beaten track, 

In a furniture shop down on the quays. 

For the loneliness you foster, 

I suggest Paul Auster, 

A book called Timbuktu. 

 

Put a penny in the slot and watch the 

Drunken sailor boy dance. 

She will not let you be 

Her lov-ver. 

She goes out looking for 

The taxi. 

Her phone is ringing straight to 

Message-minder. 

Send out a battalion to 

Find her. 

 

Put a penny in the slot and count the 

Swans through a te-elescope. 

I can't help from cryin' 

I wish you were mine. 

 

When I was seventeen, 

I followed my dream, 

Up into a high-rise block. 

The adventures of Augie March, 

By Saul Bel-low, 

Was all I had for company. 

At night time I'd lie 

In Beckingham pike, 

With tears like flashbulbs. 

And recall my treasure- 

Searching days, 

In the rock pools as a kid. 

 

To the remains of 

The cherub plains, 

Or around the bonfire in Nailors? cove. 

Good company and grief 

Sit like a doc leaf, 

Sits beside a singing nett-le. 

 

Put a penny in the slot and make an 

Artificial li-ii-iight shi-iine, 

Leave go-ooo. My golden arm 

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