Nits (The Nits)
Nits (The Nits) - poor man's pound lyrics
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a rich man's work always getting done he spends his days out in the sun trusting the figures in the morning papers your sweat - the oil in his machine you are the eyelid for his dreams he knows his ten commandments use your neighbours love their labour the poor man's pound is all you get no matter what you try it's dead you've learned to write your name so sign these papers love your neighbours (c) SOSS Music / tekst en muziek: Robert Jan Stips