With a red scrunchie for her birthday gift,   She scrapes her hair into a Croyden facelift.   Punch-Drunk, lover's sweet sixteen.   She thumbs a ride to Gretna Green.   Leaving something old, for somewhere new.   To be with someone battered black and blue.      She turns out her light with a song to sing.   Grabs her shoulder bag and her Argos ring.   And she says:   Without a penny, in my pocket.   Well i'm out of luck.   In this kind of town.   But i got you   Right by my side   So i won't let let them   No i won't let them drag me down   no oh oh.   I won't let them drag me down   no oh oh,   I won't let them drag me down   no oh oh.         You turned from Jack the Lad    Into Jack the dad.   Well, his heart was pure,   but the town was bad.   He had a broken heart and a broken home.   she heard his breaking voice through a broken phone.      And he said, for you girl i'd walk a Sweedish mile.   for a Glasgow kiss and a Chelsea smile.   So he drove till it was morning light.   and the birds will sing him to sleep tonight.      and he says,   Without a penny, in my pocket.   Well i'm out of luck.   In this kind of town.   But i got you   Right by my side   So i won't let let them   No i won't let them   No i won't let them drag me down   no oh oh,   I won't let them drag me down   no oh oh,   I won't let them drag me down   no oh oh,   I won't let them drag me down.