Lyric Take My Duds To The Junkman

(Ron Agnew)

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

[Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.] Some times I m right,
Some times I m wrong,
But most a time I m in-between
There s always somebody wantin somethin for nothin
Somethin gettin nothin for me
Well, you wanted me for dependency
But my will just turned to won t
Though you never cared about me when I did,
You gonna miss me when I don t

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

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