I look down the back of the TV and that's where it was
'Empty Cans' - The Streets (A Grand Don't Come For Free - 2004)
To the tune of ‘Don’t Mug Yourself’ I guess.
I lost a grand, mate, down the back of my telly
Like it’s the Bermuda Triangle, or inside a whale’s belly
But let's be honest, that’s a bit silly, ain't it, I’m not sold!
A stack of cash slipping away in a crack that tiny, mate, it's bold
It’s ridiculous, absolutely absurd
Losing a grand like you lose a word
TVs ain’t no black hole, swallowing notes
But here we are, spinning these impossible quotes
2004, screens were big but not that wide
No voids to hide a fortune, let’s not let that slide
It’s like saying your house keys got nicked by the post
Or your shoes walked away on their own, like a ghost
It’s ridiculous, absolutely absurd
Losing a grand like you lose a word
TVs ain’t no black hole, swallowing notes
But here we are, spinning these impossible quotes
Was it the telly, or a magic trick?
A grand gone missing like a clock’s quick tick
Maybe it’s just a tale, a fable for the night
But you know what, it still don’t feel right
So here’s to the myth, the grand that slipped away
Down the back of a telly, or so they say
But next time, mate, keep it in your hand
'Cause TVs ain’t vaults, and that's the truth, understand?
(More on this and another closing joint from The Streets later this week)