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My Saturday job pays six and six down

A copy boy at the Chronicle

Five cigarettes and two silver half crowns

Meeting Vince at Mark Toney’s in town

Boy, do we get around

Basil sits there on the table for subs

But not a part of the Bri-nylon club

Ancient blue sweater, too old for the job

Bored out of his mind

With the Colins and Bobs

I’m a jack and a lad

And I’m up for the world

And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl

He calls for a copy boy, grumpy as hell

Poets have to eat as well

Переклад (по кліку) і текст пісні "Basil" - Mark Knopfler