Tell 'Em I'm Broke

(J. Lyon/G. Tallent)



People, I used to be so down and out

They called me the hard luck kid

I just couldn't seem to catch a break

No matter what I did...no no

All these bill collectors would call me up

Cryin' for the money I owed

I'd just tell 'em I'm broke

And don't come 'round here no mo'...uh uh



I went to see this old buddy of mine

'Cause I knew he had some money to lend

But when I rang his front door bell

His wife wouldn't let me in...huumm

I heard him shout from the pool out back

As she was slammin' that door

Tell 'em I'm broke

And don't come 'round here no mo'



Can you believe this stuff?!

What that old fool doesn't realize is;

I know I got the winning lot'ry ticket

Right here in my pocket

And when I collect ALL my winning's...

Brother, are we gonna have a time...

And he ain't gonna be invited

I feel pretty good already...

I think I'll blow some harp



Yeah, there'll be long haired misses

In cocktail dresses

And buddies from my life of crime

I'll buy drinks in every dive in Jersey

And I ain't savin' one damn dime

And if that fool starts to come around

Knock-knock-knockin' on my back door

We'll just tell 'em I'm broke

And don't come 'round here no more