(People talking in a pub, glass bottles rattling)
"Get out you bum! We don't want your kind in here any more!"
"Come on man, what's going on? Oh..."
Laying in the alleyway,
maybe some rich fool will come my way
and throw me a dime,
that's all I need to get me more wine.
All I got is, to my name
is a beat up guitar with three broken strings.
And I sure know I just ain't taking care of no business.
Looky here...
Hey kitty-cat, where you going?
This part of the alley is my home.
Walking all over outside my wall,
boy, you sure gotta whole lotta gall.
I had a sandwich in a paper bag,
but a rat stole it, ain't that some drag.
Lord, I know I know, I sure ain't taking care of no business.
(Right on!)
Now I tried to get me a job
feeding chickens and washing down hogs,
but that meant standing up all the time,
and standing up to me is just like dying.
I'm so lazy that I could cry,
but tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes.
Lord lord lord lord I'm so messed up,
can't even take care of no business.
Play it one more time.
Yeah
Oh, woe is me.
I sure wish I had me a sandwich, or anything.
I'm so broke I can't even pay attention.
I'm so poor I couldn't even give you the time.
Damned cat spilled the last bottle I had, mm mm mm.