Can you loan some tonight?
Maybe fifty tonight?
Think of it as a gift from the heart.
Let those tens come my way,
Help to brighten my day
You won't miss 'em,
So let 'em depart.
Won't you share, lift my squalor?
My clothes are threadbare.
Please do not take one more step,
I need my bus fare.
Is your purse filled with gain?
Are you a gravy train?
Am I clear--can you loan some tonight?

Your plunder--can you loan some tonight?
I admit, I'm a churlish lucrephage*.
And if you were to part
With some of your plethora of pelf,* I would start
To think of how I'd wet my whistle and then dance
Down the street, oh so drunkenly. I'll never miss a cue,
Acting for you, to get your change. I'll act deranged
Or clever to get your
Money. I lied when I said, "You're lovely."
But my cause is to rout you,
Which is why you see tearing in my eyes.
Still no giving coming from you.
I have tried to snare from you some "bus fare,"
But still, emptiness abounds
In my pockets. It's up to me
To make you drop defenses down.

You didn't feel my pain?
So I will try again.
Be a dear--can you loan some tonight?