Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Jim Guthrie
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
I have a harmonica that's wrapped in gold
I wear a box that god has sold
I love broken shoes
(one, two, three, four)
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
I've a telephone, hey anarchy
Juvenile delinquency
I love broken shoes
(one, two, three, four)
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?
Have you got a red light?
Have you got a paper?