Here ye go, PHJun.

Empty Pocket Blues
By Clive Palmer


My pocket's empty baby, singing the blues for you.
My pocket's empty baby, you know I loved you true.
Even my old kettle is whistling the blues for you...

Back again, I'm still willing, (to go)
Back again, with you...

The nights are lonely baby, I need you all the time.
I'm lonely baby, need your lips on mine.
Even my old kettle is whistling the blues for you...


See OBIT thread - Clive has just passed away, that's really sad - and what a tragic coincidence too.
My pocket's gettin' emptier every day... RIP Clive, a true gentleman.