I ain't got no money
Drive a busted dinosaur of a car
If I didn't love my honey
I woulda never ever woulda got this far
I woulda stayed in bed, pulled the covers over my head
And slept until there's no more war
How did it come to this?
This is ridiculous!This is getting too funky
A man of my stature can't live like this
When I talk about some money
All I ever do is reminisce
I guess it's too austere, I just wanna disappear
And come back when the joint starts to swing
How did it come to this?
This is ridiculous!Won't pay a nickel on morphine
Really I don't need that much help
If I wanna jump out a window
I can do it perfect all by myself
Or I could stay in bed, pull the covers over my head
And sleep until they find a cure
How did it come to this?
This is ridiculous!Ridiculous!
Can't make a dime with these mother-jumpers.
Ridiculous!
Songwriters
DAVID JOHANSEN, STEVE CONTEPublished by
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