I sat down one evening
To count my possessions
And here�s what I arrived at
In my calculations:

I�ve got my body and
I�ve got my soul
I�ve got my brain and
I�ve got my songs

I�ve got a few friends
And some clothes to wear
I�ve got a bed to sleep in
And my guitar

I�ve got my cat
And I�ve got some wine
And I�ve got a flat which is
Not exactly mine

But I ain�t got money
And I ain�t got a job
I ain�t got no brilliant prospects
Shining with joy

I ain�t got no talent
Well, maybe just a li�l
I ain�t got no girlfriend
And hardly ever will

I�m not much of a winner
In fact, an utter berk
And I ain�t got no rabbit�s foot
To bring me luck

So the only thing I�m
Fairly sure to have
Will be the slab of stone
Over my grave...

� 1996-2001