Lyrics:

Oh, lets get it on

Well, good God mama what’s wrong with your face
Been out all night you’re a total disgrace
Here you come again with your hands out by your side

Yes, I don’t know what’s the matter with you
Dad gummit money thing you act like a fool
Sometimes I don’t know what’s goin’ on about that

Well Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear
Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you

You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around
Won’t put me six feet in the ground
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues

Well, Mr. Businessman what do you say
I seen you a poundin’ on my door today
Look at that honey, he’s got his hands out by his side

Yes, gimme this, gimme that like a rubber band
He’s got those stretch marks all over his hands
He’s got a reputation for those old gimme bluesss

Well Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear
Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you

You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around
Won’t put me six feet in the ground
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues

Yes, you got them blues honey
Ah, would you get it on that slide guitar

Yes, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear
Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you

And you can slap that bad old be-bop you can shove me around
Won’t put me six feet in the ground
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues

Well I’m sure all my buddies been here before
Mr. Businessman I’m poundin’ on your door
I think that man and a woman’s got somethin’ on me

Yes,

Well Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear
Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you

You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around
Won’t put me six feet in the ground
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues