Oh yeah I can't seem to open my eyes But I must get out of this bed 'Cause the phone keeps ringing downstairs And I know that this ain't no place for a sleepy head.
I go down to my chest, oh yeah! Put on my old string vest Swing it on, babe.
Well I feel like I'm in need so I go back up for a smoke And then I slip back in my easy chair then I give my lucky dog a stroke Well he just gives me a wink and I know what that mean now Well it mean that I need to put on his lead If I don't want a mess on my cheap pan.
That's cool 'cause I know I can trust him To grab the fuzz if they bust in Get him, boy, oh yeah.
Well what does it take to make a jelly roll? Who can you sell? When I wake up to a grey day How do I slip away so easily?
Oh!
Baby! Baby!
Well I feel too old to get a hair cut And I ain't had a shave in months Now when I don't go out, I keep my door shut And I get on back to good old Beckton Dumps.