I need confirmation of my duties Help me get my poor life back in line If I tell you what the hell I'm up to Maybe you can tell what's on my mind
'Cause I don't pick no cotton I never pick my nose I couldn't pick a pocket In a pile of dirty clothes
But I pick 'em, I chose 'em I pick the locks that used to keep me in I pick 'em up I put 'em down That's how I get around but it's wearin' thin
I don't drive no bargain I never drive a car Couldn't drive a wagon If you hitched it to a star
But I'll drive you crazy Make you wonder who you are Drive nails in your coffin But I don't often let it get that far
Help me get these pieces back together Make it so the seams don't seem to show I had it patched with bits of glue and leather How it fell apart I'll never know
'Cause I don't look for trouble But it finds me all the same If you hear me shout, just lookout 'Cause it's callin' me by name
It's lookin' still, it always will If looks could kill I'd be six feet under ground I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down
Yes, I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down