Pennies In My Pocket, You In My Arms

[Verse 1]
Got holes in my shoes
Shine ’em up
They still shine through
’Cause I’m steppin’ in time beside you
Dear
On this borrowed avenue
Got coffee in chipped china cups
But you pour it like it’s champagne
We’re waltzin’ round this ten-cent room
Like we’re ridin’ on a private train (hah!)
[Chorus]
We live like Rockefellers
Baby
On a nickel and a prayer
Got a kingdom in the kitchen
And a ballroom in that rickety chair
All the banks can keep their treasures
I got all I’ll ever need
Pennies in my pocket
You in my arms
And I’m dancin’ like I own the whole street (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Your dress caught on that rusty nail
You laughed
Said
“Guess it’s haute couture”
You curtsy on the cracked front step
Like you’re sweepin’ down a marble floor
Landlady bangin’ on the wall
Says the ceiling’s rainin’ dust
But this tap-tap-tappin’ in my shoes
Sounds like fortune trustin’ us (oh!)
[Chorus]
We live like Rockefellers
Baby
On a nickel and a prayer
Got a kingdom in the kitchen
And a ballroom in that rickety chair
All the banks can keep their treasures
I got all I’ll ever need
Pennies in my pocket
You in my arms
And I’m dancin’ like I own the whole street
[Bridge]
Let ’em polish all their gold
Ours is warm
Theirs is cold
You hum low
I slide close
Every step’s a little oath
[Chorus]
We live like Rockefellers
Baby
On a nickel and a prayer
Got a kingdom in the kitchen
And a ballroom in that rickety chair
All the banks can keep their treasures
I got all I’ll ever need
Pennies in my pocket
You in my arms
And I’m dancin’
Yea I’m dancin’
Like I own the whole street (oh yeah!)

dance, 1930s big band swing with male vocals, bright horns and plucky upright bass driving a brisk Charleston groove. Rimshot snare, brushed hi-hat, and tinkling piano comp under a roomy crooner lead. Tap-shoe accents double the offbeats, with call-and-response brass hits in the chorus and a brief half-time sway in the bridge before snapping back into high-energy dance-floor swing.