Take My Duds To The Junkman – C.W. McCall – letras

(Ron Agnew)Take my duds to the junkmanGive ‘im ev’rything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an’ my turquoise ringI gotta get out while I’m hotYou ain’t a-con-tri-bu-tin’ to the way I’m livin’,Yer support don’t mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I’m notPut my cash in a root beer bottleBut you better hold back a dimeSo you can call someone who cares about a-hearin’You can tell ’em how I wasted your timePack my songs in a suitcaseSend ’em out to old Dave DeeAn’ 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-betweenThere’s always somebody wantin’ somethin’ for nothin’Somethin’ gettin’ nothin’ for meWell, you wanted me for dependencyBut my will just turned to won’tThough you never cared about me when I did,You gonna miss me when I don’tSo, take my duds to the junkmanGive ‘im ev’rything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an’ my turquoise ringI gotta get out while I’m hotYou ain’t a-con-tri-bu-tin’ to the way I’m livin’,Yer support don’t mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I’m notNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I’m not