When I was little you took me aside With a serious look on your face The business, you told me, would always provide Provided we kept in our place
Fine words, fine words But turn them into cash Hope is good but help is better Turn it into cash
When I was older you shot me a line A Boomtown that lay just ahead The way you explained it, we'd all get on fine Ten minutes after we're dead
Fine words, fine words But turn them into cash Hope is good but help is better Turn it into cash
Now I'm way past twenty, the time has run out The future's the present for me A quid in the hand is worth two up the spout I'm ready, I'm willing, I'm free
Fine words, fine words So turn them into cash Hope is good but help is better Turn it into cash Hope is good but help is better Turn it into cash -
