Nitcomb

Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cos I just realized that it was meant to be And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips Flying around my feet I'm talking to all the chewing gum That's stuck everywhere on the street And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cos I just realized that it was meant to be I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men I just had to buy a pair to show I can live again They're ringing the bells all over the city on a Saturday night Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me Cos I just realized that it was meant to be And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold Raining on roofs, raining on drums Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums They're ringing on the bells in the city on a Saturday night Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright