The Monkees
The Monkees - D W Washburn lyrics
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D W Washburn, this is your lucky day. A hot bowl of soup is waiting, A hot bowl of soup and a shave. D W Washburn, we picked you to save. Can't you hear the fleugal horn? Can't you hear the bell? Even you can be reborn, you naughty neer-do-well. If you don't get outta that gutter, before the next big rain. D W Washburn: you're gonna wash right down the drain. Up!Up! C'mon get up! Get up off the street, If you can only make it to your hands and knees I know you can make it to your feet, oh yeah. D W Washburn, I said to myself. D W Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else? You see, I got no job to go to. I don't work and I don't get paid. I got a bottle of wine and I'm feeling fine- And I do believe I've got it made. I'd like to thanks all you good people for coming to my aid. But I'm D. W. Washburn and I believe I've got it made