(ron agnew)

Take my duds to the junkman
Give im evrything I got
Take my brass belt buckle an my turquoise ring
I gotta get out while Im hot
You aint a-con-tri-bu-tin to the way Im livin,
Yer support dont mean a lot
Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
They give me stuff about what Im 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 wont hear a thing from me

[tap dance here, if you feel inclined.]

Some times Im right,
Some times Im wrong,
But most a time Im in-between
Theres always somebody wantin somethin for nothin
Somethin gettin nothin for me
Well, you wanted me for dependency
But my will just turned to wont
Though you never cared about me when I did,
You gonna miss me when I dont

So, take my duds to the junkman
Give im evrything I got
Take my brass belt buckle an my turquoise ring
I gotta get out while Im hot
You aint a-con-tri-bu-tin to the way Im livin,
Yer support dont mean a lot
Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
They give me stuff about what Im not

Nobody gives a damn about what I am,
They give me stuff about what Im not

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