sing a song of no-pence, 
a pocket full of naught; 
any kind of blackbird is 
more than what i've got. 

now the sky is opened, 
the cows begin to graze -- 
isn't that the kind of thing 
that happens nowadays? 

the banker's in his counting-house, 
losing all your money; 
the woman in the blue suit 
thinks all of it is funny 

but not the girl who lost it all 
and never had that much; 
she's hiding in her feelings 
and told she's 

out of touch