Lyrics Ain't Got Me - Paul Westerberg

Ain't Got Me

Youve got call waiting
Its irritating me to no end
I take a shot
Your hall of fame is Littered with famous
Women and men
Youve got em all on your wall
Except the last of a dying breed
Cause you aint got me No you aint got me No you aint no you aint got me I got to be a boy again
With a likem ade chin and a quicksilver domino
Baby thats not my choice the fast way
You got a voice like the last day
Of catholic school
Your worlds got everything that you ever need
Youve got broadway, the longest street
With the shortest memory
You cram your dreams with computer chips
Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips
Youve got em all on your wall
Im the last of a dying breed…