Broke - Joel Plaskett

Jingle, jangle, pocketful of metal

Johnny’s in the basement, hooking up the kettle

Thinking to himself, «I guess I gotta settle for less»

He’s a mess

Jenny, Jenny, a plastic bag of pennies

Roll ‘em in brown paper, turn ‘em into twenty

Walking to the bank, she’s knocking, «Is there anybody here?

Have I made myself clear?»

I’m broke, I know I’m broke

But I’m not broken

Charlene, Charlene, everybody’s darling

High on something heavy, she’s flying like a starling

Coming down the stairs, she’s tripping through a chemistry class

Life’s a blast

Billy’s down from Sydney and, damn, he’s looking handsome

Stumbling down Portland, holding it for ransom

If you got a loonie, he’ll tell you the dirtiest joke

«Hey man, can I bum a smoke?»

I’m broke, I know I’m broke

But I’m not broken

You never see the wound, you only see the scar

Were we landing on the moon or standing at the bar?

It’s four in the morning, I don’t know where I am or who you are

Last chance landlord, renting out a closet

Picking up the weekly, making the deposit

Walking from the bank while we’re headed for the National Exchange

This world is strange

I’m broke, I know I’m broke

But I’m not broken