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I can't seem to open my eyes

But I must get out of this bed

'Cause the phone keeps ringing downstairs

And I know that this ain't no place for a sleepy head

I go down to my chest

Oh! Yer!

Put on my old string vest

Swing it on baby

Well I feel like I'm in need

So I go back up for a smoke

And then I slip back in my easy chair

Then I give my lucky dog a stroke

Well he just gives me a wink

And I know what that mean now

Well it mean that I need to put on his lead

If I don't want a mess on my cheap pan

That's cool

'Cause I know I can trust him

To grab the fuzz if they bust in

Get him boy! Oh! yer!

Well what does it take

To make a jelly roll?

Who can you sell?

When I wake up to a grey day

How do I ship away so easily?




Well I feel too old to get a hair cut

And I ain't had a shave in months

Now when I don't go out

I keep my door shut

And I get on back to good old Beckton Dumps


Now warn ya!

I'll be right back!

I won't go there!