I Love Broken Shoes - 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?