Well, I'm hanging round the
depot boys,
Trying to get a job,
I`m so sick and tired of being
laid off.
No silver lining, no rainbow's
end,
Bills in my mail-box, that's
all they ever send,
All they ever send.
Well, I'm hanging round the
corner, boys,
Holding up the well,
Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting
for a call.
Running out of patience, running
out of cool,
Don't turn on the radio, I don't
want to hear the news,
Don't want to hear the news.
Yeah...
Well, you sure look good,
Baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head
to your feet.
You don't want to know me now,
But you're gonna change your
mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna
do things in style.
Well, you sure look good,
Baby, sure look neat,
Making all the ice melt when
you walk down the street.
You don't want to know me now,
But you`re gonna change your
mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna
do things in style.
Yeahhh...
Well, my motor won't run men,
I'm sure it's on the blink,
Ain't had no gasoline since
God knows when.
I'm waiting for that woman, ain't
she ever gonna show?
Don't keep me waiting, I got
some place else to go,
Some place else to go.
Well, I'm hanging round the
depot, boys,
Can't get a job,
I'm so sick and tired of being
laid off.
No silver lining, no rainbow's
end,
Blues in my mail-box. that's
all they ever send,
All they ever send,
All they ever send.
Yeahhhhh.... |