Crying All the Way to the Pawnshop Songtext
von Pelle Carlberg

If I didn′t have bad luck
I'd have no luck at all
No luck at all

If I couldn′t sing, if I couldn't sing
I'd probably make decent money


Crying all the way
To the pawnshop and I pray
For my superficial gene to clam down
Trying not to buy
Quite as many under eye creams
I′m crying all the way to the pawnshop

When my dad was my age
He had a big wage
A summerhouse, French holidays

Crying all the way to the pawnshop...

Water and noodles
No-good-nappies for the kids
Two thousand arguments
About an empty fridge