Subterranean Homesick Blues by Ben Sidran
Subterranean Homesick Blues lyrics
Johnny�s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I�m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he�s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It�s somethin� you did
God knows when
But you�re doin� it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin� for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin� that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone�s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don�t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don�t try �No-Doz�
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don�t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows.
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin� to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You�re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin� for a new fool
Don�t follow leaders
Watch the parkin� meters.
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don�t steal, don�t lift
Twenty years of schoolin�
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don�t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don�t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don�t work
�Cause the vandals took the handles.
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