Take My Duds To The Junkman

(앨범: Roses For Mama - 1977)

Take my duds to the junkman
Give 'I'm ev'rything I got
Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring
I gotta get out while I'm hot
You ain't a-con-tri-bu-ting to the way I'm living
Yer support don't mean a lot
Nobody gives a damn about what I am
They give me stuff about what I'm not

Put my cash in a root beer bottle
But you better hold back a dime
So you can call someone who cares about a-hearing
You can tell 'em how I wasted your time
Pack my songs in a suitcase
Send 'em out to old Dave Dee
An' you can take them earplugs outta yer head
'Cause you won't hear a thing from me

Some times I'm right
Some times I'm wrong
But most a' time I'm in-between
There's always somebody wanting something for nothing
Something getting nothing for me
Well, you wanted me for dependency
But my will just turned to won't
Though you never cared about me when I did
You gonna miss me when I don't

So, take my duds to the junkman
Give 'I'm ev'rything I got
Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring
I gotta get out while I'm hot
You ain't a-con-tri-bu-ting to the way I'm living
Yer support don't mean a lot
Nobody gives a damn about what I am
They give me stuff about what I'm not

Nobody gives a damn about what I am
They give me stuff about what I'm not