September When Broke
If the sea was as calm as my mother And my boat was as big as a ship If we all could care a bit more for each other Then we might all go on that trip I don't have time to explain this But you would soon get the feel I have enough with myself to look after 'cos I am so poor I could steal I'm talking serious poverty I don't want this to sound like a joke Don't ask me if I'm coming out 'cos you know that I'm broke
