I tell my troubles to the coalman. He's a coalman but he understands. He's not such a very very old man. He's a soul man and he takes my hand. He makes a man feel good when he's down.
Life is just a bore. It's a drag to leave my door. Guess I'll have to say. I just cry my life away. I'll buy a top hat to brighten up my lonely life. And they can see that I've got the money for the things money brings.