Harold Walker was a banker He drove a Mercerdes-Benz He was a well respected, rich, young man He'd got a house in the country He was a member of the club and His girlfriend Diana was so sweet
Larry Smith was Harry's schoolmate He has always been a warrior Never he had money or a job
Wednesday afternoon, 5 p.m. It happened on the new built highway Harry was a bit diverted and
So he lost the control of his car And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance
Larry was the first to come along As he saw his old mate Harry The chequecards covered with blood, He knew, he was the richer one of both
Harry had a million dollars
And he hadn't a chance, he had never a chance
Your coffin has no pockets...