Fionn Regan – Put A Penny In The Slot (Ukulele)

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I apologise,

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seem to have arrived,

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On what items in my bag from your house.

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There's cutlery,

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a tablecloth, some Hennessy,

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And a book on Presidents deceased.

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I'll have them fed-exed to you,

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It was a strange thing to do,

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I hope we can still be friends.

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Ah, it was not me,

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but someone else, you see,

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Twisting the steering reins.

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Put a penny in the slot and make an

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artificial li-ii-iight shine,

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Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.

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I don't give advise,

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But be wise and think twice,

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Before getting involved in a game.

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Where the minority

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Face the majority

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Who are faceless and born without names.

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Was it knock synch when

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we came across three men,

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They had church candles wrapped in newspaper.

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I bought two from them,

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And I'll lit one for you,

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

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Put a penny in the slot and make an

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artificial li-ii-iight shine,

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Leave go-ooo. Mark old and line.

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The soul of a dog,

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he's alive and not gone

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To the farm like the others said.

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A Rhodesian richback,

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Off the beaten track,

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In a furniture shop down on the quays.

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For the lonliness you foster,

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I suggest Paul Oster,

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A book called Timbuktu.

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Put a penny in the slot and watch the

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Drunken sailor boy dance.

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She will not let you be

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Her lov-ver.

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She goes out looking for

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The taxi.

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Her phone is ringing straight to

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Message-minder.

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Send out a battalion to

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Find her.

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Put a penny in the slot and count the

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Swans through a te-elescope.

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I can't help from cryin'

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I wish you were mine.

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When I was seventeen,

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I followed my dream,

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Up into a high-rise block.

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The adventures of Augie March,

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By Saul Bel-low,

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Was all I had for company.

   C
At night time I'd lie

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In Beckingham pike,

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With tears like flashbulbs.

      C
And recall my treasure-

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Searching days,

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In the rock pools as a kid.

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To the remains of

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The cherub plains,

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Or around the bonfire in Nailors' cove.

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Good company and grief

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Sit like a dock leaf,

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Sits beside a stinging nett-le.

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Put a penny in the slot and make an

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artificial li-ii-iight shine,

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Leave go-ooo. My golden arm