Hand In My Pocket
There’s a hand in my pocket
Don’t think it is mine
It’s rummaging for something
It’s looking to find
What will it take?
Why won’t it go?
This hand in my pocket
It tickles me so.
I have not a dollar
Nor quarter to spare
But this hand in my pocket
Still seeks without care.
It’s reaching for something
Oh my, I should have known
That this hand in my pocket
Was really my own.
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