Broke
By Tor Hyams & Lisa Rothauser

Verse:
Cop:
We may not be sophisticated folk, from Paris or Manhattan
Cab Driver:
We may not speak with fancy words in French, or in Latin.
Cop: CD:
We don’t look like movie stars, or dance like Fred Astaire,
CD/Cop:
But that’s neither here nor there…cause we’re

A
Broke
We got no money
Ain’t it funny
How we just keep getting by
From high to low and low to high

A
We’re broke
But it doesn’t matter
I hear the pitter patter

Both:
Something is a foot
We might be down but dare I say we’re not caput

B
Cop: CD:
The well to do walk down the avenue “la di da!”
Buying everything in the finest stores on cue
CD:
Wouldn’t you?
Cop:
Yes, I would
CD:
Me too!
Cop:
But anyone can afford a smile that’s our currency
CD:
Even me?
Cop:
Yes you!
CD:
Well, how do you do!
BOTH:
Lend me a smoke and I’ll tell you a joke

A
We’re b.r.o.k.e and we’re
Slap happy
Even when our day is crappy
COP
We forget our trouble
CD
have a drink
COP
I’ll take a double

A
We’re bro-o-o-o-o-o-o-ke
It’s our condition
Doesn’t take a mathematician
Cop:
To multiply a zero
CD:
Add none
Cop:
And then you’re done
B
Cop:
There’s more to life than having lots of dough
CD:
Like what?
Cop:
Like chums
CD:
What do ya know!?
Cop:
And I’d rather drink a beer than a Bordeaux
CD:
“Well, I’d prefer a chardonnay myself!”

Cop: CD:
‘Cause anyone can be a pal it doesn’t cost a thing

Cop:
Ba da boom
CD:
Ba da Bing
Cop:
We’re friends
CD:
Ca-ching
BOTH:
Simple folk just sharing a coke ‘cause we’re

A
Broke
CD:
Not down
Cop:
Flying high
BOTH:
‘Cause we’re birds of a feather
We stick together

But any way you spin it, cover up or even skin it
We could even mickey finn it, or take it on the chin it
might be fine to try and pin it on our distant next of kin which might alleviate a stroke
and as long as we don’t croak
We’ll still be a proud and broke!