Davinare – Daniel Johnston – letras

March, Friday or SaturdayArt show with Ron EnglishSays I’m a worthless bumYou know they call me a worthless bumYou know I had my share of chumsBut I’m a worthless bum, says IYou might be thinkin’ of DavinareYou might be thinkin’ of things that scareWhatever you’re thinking, I don’t careTo be stripped bareWorthless bum says II never deny a precious giftYou know I probably stole all my riffsBut I’m a worthless bum, says IOh, can’t you seeYou belong to meHow my poor heart achesEvery move you makeYou know if things get outta handYou know I’m the one who understandsWithout or with you I’m just doin’, doin’ fineYou know I probably stole all my poetryEven they took the most of it from meBut I will go on through the infiniteBelievin’ the lieWorthless bum says IYou know who that I hear is pretty goodUnderstand, I’m a worthless bumWorthless bum says IYou know I never tried to rip you offNever tried to take your lifeWorthless bum says IIf you were meAnd I was youThen everything’s alrightWe’re outta sightWorthless bumWorthless bumWorthless bum, says I