Work For Food

Yeah well, no one really understands

A shopping cart is filled with cans

And a top hat and a snare drum and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

And I just look the other way but I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I deny a problem with my attitude

'Cause I will work for food, yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I wasn't always paranoid, sang a song on Uncle Floyd

But the records never sold and that was bad

And my Mommy still took care of me till I was almost thirty-three

Now she's gone up to heaven to see Dad

Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves

Gimme thirty days to leave and I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

No one wants to pay for me my broken heart

So now I've got this shopping cart and I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin'

On, on and on and on and on and on

Yeah, well no one really understands

A shopping cart is filled with cans

And a top hat and a snare drum and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

I just look the other way and I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin', on, on and on and on

And on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on

And on and on and on