Short Arms - Y&T

I wanted dinner and you give the tip

He had twenty-seven cents and a chewed toothpick

Got a picture in his wallet of Ebenezer Scrooge, yeah

I said, «Old Ebenezer ain’t got nothing on you.»

Well, he talks real loud but his money never makes a sound

When the chips lay down he’s lost in the crowd, can’t be found

He’s got short arms and deep pockets

A penny-pincher in the first degree

Short arms and deep pockets

In other words, you can say he was cheap

Took him to a party, first class uptown

Stuffing all his pockets every time I turn around

Well, he talks real loud but his money never makes a sound

Well, when the chips lay down he’s lost in the crowd, can’t be found

He’s got short arms and deep pockets

A penny-pincher in the first degree

Short arms and deep pockets

In other words, you can say he was cheap

Man, that guy was a cheap dude

Tell me

Oh, Ebenezer, Ebenezer’s great

Get down, here we go!

Tell me now, baby

Here he comes

You can just about hear him squeak

He’s got short arms and deep pockets

A penny-pincher in the first degree

Short arms and deep pockets

In other words, you can say he was cheap

Short arms and deep pockets

Oh man, you can hear him squeak

Short arms and deep pockets

I bet you could say (I bet you could say)

I bet you could say that man was nothin' but a dirty dog, nothing, dirt-cheap