I ve been pounding

the same beat

so long my feet

engraved the street.



Have a cigar!

Have a cigar!

A nice cigar -

A thick cigar.



Said I know of what I speak,

so I walk.

I walk on.



Ten years more,

ten years less,

I won t bite the hand

that raised me up from the dead.



Have a cigar!

Have a cigar!

A nice cigar -

A pink cigar.



Said I know of what I speak,

so I walk.

I walk on.



Well, I ve known which way

the wind would blow,

but there ain t no carrot to dangle

in front of my nose.

Cause I do what I like

and I like what I do -

I d rather flip burgers

than turn from the blues.


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