Select language to translate this lyric
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?
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.
Drowning, now warn you
I'll be right back.
I won't go there.
- Album:
- Performance: Rockin’ The Fillmore
- Town And Country
- Rock On
- Miscellaneous
- Humble Pie
- Eat It
- Rock Masters: Hit And Run
- The Definitive Collection
- Performance: Rockin’ The Filmore
- 20th Century Masters:The Millennium Collection: Best Of...
- Live At Winterland
- FM Broadcast: Humble Pie Live
- Radio Live: Humble Pie
- The Best
- 20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: The Best...
- Classics, Volume 14
- King Biscuit Flower Hour Presents: Humble Pie in Concert
- The Best of King Biscuit, Volume 1
- Running With the Pack
- A Piece of the Pie