Lyrics Basil - Mark Knopfler
My
Saturday
job
pays
six
and
six
down
A
copy
boy
at
the
Chronicle
Five
cigarettes
and
two
silver
half
crowns
Meeting
Vince
at
Mark
Toney's
in
town
Boy,
do
we
get
around
Basil
sits
there
on
the
table
for
subs
But
not
a
part
of
the
Bri-nylon
club
Ancient
blue
sweater,
too
old
for
the
job
Bored
out
of
his
mind
With
the
Colins
and
Bobs
I'm
a
jack
and
a
lad
And
I'm
up
for
the
world
And
I've
kissed
a
Gateshead
girl
He
calls
for
a
copy
boy,
grumpy
as
hell
Poets
have
to
eat
as
well
What
he
wouldn't
give
just
to
walk
out
today
To
have
time
to
think
about
time
And
young
love
thrown
away
I'm
a
jack
and
a
lad
And
I'm
up
for
the
world
And
I've
kissed
a
Gateshead
girl
Starlings
swarming
A
cloud
over
Grainger
Street
Over
the
black
church
Over
the
Black
Gate
And
the
shadowy
Keep
He
peers
through
his
wire
rims
At
the
fish
and
chip
words
He's
supposed
to
dish
up
and
forget
His
drudgery
now
has
become
slightly
blurred
By
one
of
his
Players
untipped
cigarettes
Bury
all
joy
Put
the
poems
in
sacks
And
bury
me
here
with
the
hacks
In
the
summer
the
fair
Will
stretch
over
the
Moor
Lovers
will
lie
and
make
out
in
the
park
Basil
puts
on
his
old
duffel
and
scarf
And
goes
out
into
the
dark
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