The Clash - Cheapskates (live at the Lyceum) lyrics

I have been a washer up and he has been a scrubber up And I seen him a picking up dog ends in the rain And he has never read a book though I told him to take a look He lifted his pool hall cue for another game But it ain't no modern miracle That we found the golden rule What you can't buy you gotta steal And what you say can't steal, you better leave I don't like to hang about in this lonely room Cause London is for going out and trying to hear a tune But people come pouncing up to me and say, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be a star, not a cheapskate bleeding queer Like a load of rats from a sinking ship You slag us down to save your hip But you don't give me the benefit of your doubt Cause I'll bite it off and spit it out We're cheapskates, anything'll do We're cheapskates, what are we supposed to do? And we can rock, hey hey, let's roll And we can walk and do the stroll Just because we're in a group, you think we're stinking rich And we all got model girls shedding every stitch And you think the c**aine's flowing like a river up our noses And every sea will part for us like the red one did for Moses Well, I hope you make it one day Just like you always said you would someday And I'll get out my money and make a bet That I'll be seeing you down the launderette We're cheapskates, anything'll do We're cheapskates, what are we supposed to do? And we can rock, hey hey, let's roll And we can walk and do the stroll