Phony Drunken Poet کے بول

In the last days of September Winds were blowing down our blocks Back in town the dead old trees Rocking ferries and the docks Bottle Benny drinks a beer then pissed off the fucking pier They cursed the god who made the winds amiss with shoes and socks (Chorus) Lend me this month's rent, My dad just bought a round you'll get your money right before I leave this town Lend me this month's I'm working underground claiming all my riches at the lost and found For a while I was painting houses In San Francisco coastal lots In the evening I would drink my wages on the weekends down the spots The bartender raved at me over a lousy cup of tea "you must be a phony drunken poet 'cause I've fucked all the jocks and cops" (Chorus) My dad just needs to get some air he's underneath the fence