The Clash — Cheapskates lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Cheapskates" by The Clash.
Lyrics
I have been a washer up An' he has been a scrubber up An' I seen him a picking up Dog ends in the rain
An' he has never read a book
Though I told him to take a look
He lifted his pool hall cue
For another game
But it ain’t no modern miracle
That we found the golden rule
What you can’t buy, you gotta steal
An' what you say can’t steal you better leave
I don’t like to hang about
In this lonely room
'Cos London is for going out
And trying to hear a tune
But people come pouncing up to me
And say, «What are you doing here
You’re supposed to be a star
Not a cheapskate bleeding queer»
Like a load of rats from a sinking ship
You slag us down to save your hip
But you don’t give me the benefit of your doubt
'Cos I’ll bite it off and spit it out
We’re cheapskates anything’ll do We’re cheapskates what are we supposed to do?
An' we can rock, hey hey let’s roll
An' we can walk, an' do the stroll
We’re cheapskates, anything’ll do We’re cheapskates, what are we supposed to do?
Just because we’re in a group
You think we’re stinking rich
An' we all got model girls
Shedding every stitch
An' you think the cocaine’s flowing
Like a river up our noses
An' every sea will part for us Like the red one did for moses
Well I hope you make it one day
Just like you always said you would some day
And I’ll get out my money and make a bet
That I’ll be seein' you down the Launderette
We’re cheapskates anything’ll do We’re cheapskates what are we supposed to do?