Take My Duds To The Junkman — текст песни (C.W. Mccall)

(Ron Agnew)

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