With a red scrunchie for her birthday gift,nShe scrapes her hair into a Croyden facelift.nPunch-Drunk, lover's sweet sixteen.nShe thumbs a ride to Gretna Green.nLeaving something old, for somewhere new.nTo be with someone battered black and blue.nnShe turns out her light with a song to sing.nGrabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring.nAnd she says:nWithout a penny, in my pocket.nWell i'm out of luck.nIn this kind of town.nBut i got younRight by my sidenSo i won't let let themnNo i won't let them drag me downnno oh oh.nI won't let them drag me downnno oh oh,nI won't let them drag me downnno oh oh.nnnYou turned from Jack the Lad nInto Jack the dad.nWell, his heart was pure,nbut the town was bad.nHe had a broken heart and a broken home.nshe heard his breaking voice through a broken phone.nnAnd he said, for you girl i'd walk a Sweedish mile.nfor a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile.nSo he drove till it was morning light.nand the birds will sing him to sleep tonight.nnand he says,nWithout a penny, in my pocket.nWell i'm out of luck.nIn this kind of town.nBut i got younRight by my sidenSo i won't let let themnNo i won't let themnNo i won't let them drag me downnno oh oh,nI won't let them drag me downnno oh oh,nI won't let them drag me downnno oh oh,nI won't let them drag me down.