Lyric Feast Or Famine

Juke blastin faster slow it down
if I huff and I puff I can blow it down
in every disco in San Francisco
I had a chance but I missed though
can I write the hits though?
The kind they play on the radio stations
Patience is a virtue if the agents haven t
heard you, preferred you
they ll desert you like Benedict Arnold
I won t be dicked around, no.
Drinking water while they re sipping wine
in their condo or mansion
I m off on a tangent again
before I make my way to the end,
the sentence must mend or be bandaged
A slight disadvantage
I know we sound full but we re famished

we get feast, we get famine...all the time

They say it takes a song so I went along
Tripping and falling, bawling out my eyes
Wishing that I was recording
They say I m gonna have to wait
another week for the cake
I say oh my soul,
what is this rigamarole?
Always dealing sour cards so I fold
I don t wanna get rich before I m old
I just wanna get my belly full

we get feast, we get famine...all the time