(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