I've got a pocket full of pretty green I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine I'm gonna put it in the juke box It's gonna play all the records in the hit parade This is the pretty green, this is society You can't do nothing unless it's in the pocket, oh

Momma put a bible in my glove box And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat She said "you'll always be my baby" She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbours were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

Take the box Put it in the box, put it in the box The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Frank's in there and I don't care Your neighbors were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would be there And

I'll knock you out Eye of the sun Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

And he would play, In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to