The Rate Of Exchange

Written by Sid Griffin and Steve Wynn

Time to run, time to hide, the cost of living's costing me my pride

Call my name, call my number, losing sleep now is it any wonder

Hey ho, where does the money go when all the money's down the drain

It's the rate of exchange

Pounds to marks, a yen for buckage, knowin' all the while you're losing luggage

Got no pesos, got no guilders, empty pockets leaving me bewildered

Hey ho, where does the money go when all the money's down the drain

It's the rate of exchange

Bundesbank, World Trade Centre, their door is locked, please tell me how to enter

Calling Rome, calling Brussels, backstreet boys in pinstrip flexing muscle

Hey ho, where does the money go when all the money's down the drain

It's the rate of exchange

© Sid Griffin and Steve Wynn

Published by Coal Train Tunes/Poison Brisket/Bug Music Ltd