Once I knew a younger man
Travelling alone
He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby
All the world was older then
With money spare to burn
He had nothin' in his pocket but a matchbook, baby
Now he's gone, gone, gone
Lookin' out my window now
Depression has returned
Beggerman, theif is the new look baby
With a pocketful of nothin' but a matchbook baby
Yeah things roll on and on
The King is on the radio
Singin' "don't be cruel"
Girls down on the corner makin' money after school
Your hear them say that love's okay
But when the pa**ion dies
You got nothin' in your pocket but a matchbook, baby
Fool, fool, fool
I needed more than daily bread
And midnight robbery
The empty heart of a hot look ain't no mystery
I don't know what lies ahead
But you've been good to me
You've been colouring in my sketchbook and I'm fine, fine, fine
I had nothin' in my pocket but a matchbook
Now you're mine, mine, mine