6 Pence and you'll fee richer!
Can you hear just what I'm saying?
When your soul aches can you pay enough
to fill that dreadful space?

You could worship things of paper,
shapes in boxes, leaves on trees.
So what's it gonna hurt you?
Pay a little worship me!

I'll say sweet tender nothings,
words to take away your fears.
Make the hole deep down inside you
shrivel up and disappear.

Sing you limericks,paint bright pictures
like a song bird in his house.
Ever happy, always happy in that cage
with food about.

If that won't make you feel content,
or steal away your doubts.
Then I'll set the blame upon your head,
maybe then you'll dish it out.

6 pence that's all it costs,
you have only me to thank!
6 pence that's all it costs,
for the keys to heavens gates!