The Coin in my Hand is cold
 [bad word] out of a Storm
 The Booze is worn out and old
 was ever old when I was born

 When I'm wear<
 you play my favourite Song
 you help me out
 you help me get along

 So find a Juke Box
 while Life refuses to play
 Go find a Juke Box
 you won't have nothing to pay
 So find a Juke Box
 you have [bad word] away

 When the world gets dark and out of lean
 then I wish my mind could swim
 in an Ocean of pure Music
 while the Juke Box
 gets the People in

 When dark Days keep me under
 the Spell of a filthy Joint
 Oh what I ever wanted the most
 was in a handtull of cheap Coins