There Goes A Tenner

	Okay, remember.
	Okay, remember,
	That we have just allowed
	Half an hour
	To get in, do it, and get out.

	The sense of adventure
	Is changing to danger.
	The signal has been given.
	I go in.
	The crime begins.

		My excitement
		Turns into fright.
		All my words fade.
		What am I gonna say?
		Mustn't give the game away.

			We're waiting.
			We're waiting.
			We're waiting.

	We got the job sussed.
	This shop's shut for business.
	The lookout has parked the car,
	But kept the engine running.
	Three beeps means trouble's coming.

	I hope you remember
	To treat the gelignite tenderly for me.
	I'm having dreams about things
	Not going right.
	Let's leave in plenty of time tonight.

		Both my partners
		Act like actors:
		You are Bogart,
		He is George Raft,
		That leaves Cagney and me.
			(What about Edward G.?)

			We're waiting.
			We're waiting.
			We're waiting.

	You blow the safe up.
	Then all I know is I wake up,
	Covered in rubble. One of the rabble
	Needs mummy.
		(What's all this then?)
	The government will never find the money.
		(What's all this then?)

	I've been here all day,	(What are we gonna do with the money?)
	A star in Strangeways.	(I've got it!)
	Apart from a photograph
	They'll get nothing from me,
	Not until they let me see my solicitor.

	Ooh, I remember
	That rich, windy weather
	When you would carry me,
	Pockets floating
	In the breeze.

	Ooh, there goes a tenner.
	Hey, look! There's a fiver.
	There's a ten-shilling note.
	Remember them?
	That's when we used to vote for him.

[In one of her descriptions of this song Kate supplied a few related lines
	of verse. They appear to be additional lyrics to There Goes a
	Tenner, although the meter is a little different. Here are
	Kate's remarks in toto, taken from her self-penned article
	"explaining" the album The Dreaming:]

	"Everybody synchronize watches. Remember there's only
	half an hour to do the job. We've been rehearsing for weeks,
	so nothing should go wrong. Let's run through it one more time:

		"I go in and distract the guard,
		Frank's out the back in the getaway car,
		The sign on the door turns from open to shut,
		We keep them all covered, you blow the safe up,
		We grab the cash, make a hasty retreat,
		And tear across London using the backstreets.
		Remember, be careful, give nothing away,
		The arm of the Law is as long as they say."


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