D W Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say,

D W Washburn, this is your lucky day.

A hot bowl of soup is waiting,

A hot bowl of soup and a shave.

D W Washburn, we picked you to save.



Can't you hear the fleugal horn?

Can't you hear the bell?

Even you can be reborn,

you naughty neer-do-well.

If you don't get outta that gutter,

before the next big rain.

D W Washburn: you're gonna wash right down the drain.



Up!Up! C'mon get up! Get up off the street,

If you can only make it to your hands and knees

I know you can make it to your feet, oh yeah.



D W Washburn, I said to myself.

D W Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else?

You see, I got no job to go to.

I don't work and I don't get paid.

I got a bottle of wine and I'm feeling fine-

And I do believe I've got it made.

I'd like to thanks all you good people

for coming to my aid.

But I'm D. W. Washburn and I believe I've got it made