[Refrain]
And its rock breaks scissors,
paper covers rock
All of the children playing
down on the block
They know you ain't got nothing
if you don't have a dime
And its rock breaks scissors
every time.
Well things were different
when she was younger
Riding to Coney to have a
good time
Of all the boys she knew well,
he was the one
Who shared his dreams and
put his heart on the line.
[Repeat Refrain]
When he was working the future
looked bright
And there was cash in their
pockets and love in the night
He started drinking when the
first one was born
And there were four more coming,
it didn't take long.
[Repeat Refrain]
He lost his job on a summer's
day
He took their savings and
he pissed them away
Silence between them and the
kids were wide-eyed
She threw him out when she
got tired of the ride.
[Repeat Refrain]
© 1983 by Tom McGhee
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