Once i knew a younger man,
travelling alone.
he had nothinand' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby.
all the world was older then,
with money spare to burn.
he had nothinand' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby.
now heand's gone, gone, gone.
Lookinand' out my window now,
depression has returned.
beggerman, theif is the new look baby.
with a pocketful of nothinand' but a matchbook baby,
yeah things roll on and on.
The king is on the radio,
singinand' andquot;donand't be cruelandquot;.
girls down on the corner makinand' money after school.
your hear them say that loveand's okay,
but when the passion dies,
you got nothinand' in your pocket but a matchbook, baby.
fool, fool, fool.
i needed more than daily bread,
and midnight robbery.
the empty heart of a hot look ainand't no mystery.
i donand't know what lies ahead,
but youand've been good to me .
youand've been colouring in my sketchbook and iand'm fine, fine, fine.
i had nothinand' in my pocket but a matchbook,
now youand're mine, mine, mine.
