Yakety Axe

(álbum: Neck And Neck - 1990)

Poverty stricken but still I'm a-sticking to the things I know to be facts
One day it's feathers and the next day chicken while I'm picking my yakety axe
Ev'rybody says that I never will get far, keeping out of work by picking this guitar
Living on a shoestring, putting off things like a shave and a haircut

Money don't matter as long as I scatter a little bit of happiness around
If people keep a grinning I figure I'm a winning my good old yakety sound
City folks go around turning up their noses and counting their greenbacks and smelling their roses
But I wouldn't trade my yakety axe, even for a T-bone

I'm confessing I never took a lesson, all my notes are a matter of guessing
Hoping they'll come out in some kinda manner that'll make the yakety sound
So if you're in the mood and your feet start tapping
And you feel laid back and your hands start clapping
Then I'll have done what I wanted to from way back
You're digging my yakety axe