Take My Duds To The Junkman 歌词

Take my duds to the junkman Give 'im 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-tin' to the way I'm livin', 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-hearin' 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 [Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.] Some times I'm right, Some times I'm wrong, But most a' time I'm in-between There's always somebody wantin' somethin' for nothin' Somethin' gettin' nothin' 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 'im 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-tin' to the way I'm livin', 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