It's Worth Eight Dollars Lyrics & Tabs by Hot Panda
It's Worth Eight Dollars
guitar chords lyrics
We go out the old-fashioned way
Matching boots, hats and a beret
Lift it from a magazine
Accessorize with the things you read
Workin' hard for lowsome wage
You haven't had a proper meal in days
Without cigarettes, beer and caffeine
It's no wonder you keep yourself so lean
Your taste on your own
Like the yard in your home
It's made by someone else
Dream of dressin' up, ships so tall
Wanderin' 'round every port of hope
They tip their caps, call you ma'am
The gentleman will always kiss your hands
Wanderin' 'round every port of hope
They tip their caps, call you ma'am
The gentleman will always kiss your hands
'Til a city man [something in French]
Oh, I couldn't care 'bout politics
The NDP, tories, or the Brits
Your taste on your own
Like the yard in your home
It's made by someone else
Your folks pay your phone
And your dad? s on the dole
And all you do is bitch
