| I’m a Cadillac tramp at the end of his road
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| A swap meet rat who’s sittin' on gold yeah baby
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| I’m a guitar gangster without a tune
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| I’m the baseball bat that’s waiting to swing
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| Your loan shark friend with the broken knees yeah baby
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| I’m a penthouse pauper with nothing to do Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m chasing nickels and dimes
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| The rest of the world passes me by Nah, nah, nah… I’m just wasting my time
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| I’m just sitting here and wondering why
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| I’m the high rollin' creep that’s in too deep
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| With the slicked back hair and the silver teeth yeah baby
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| I’m a vagabond king with a stolen crown
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| I’m a jailhouse poet, a genius, a fool
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| I’m the pimp who’s lost his cool yeah baby
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| I’m your first class taste in a second class town
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m chasing nickels and dimes
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| While the rest of the world passes me by Nah, nah, nah… I’m just wasting my time
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| I’m just sitting here and wondering why yea
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| I’m a loaded gun pointed at the mirror
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| A drugstore cowboy whose end is near yeah baby
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| I’m a big time schemer with broken down dreams
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| I’m a derelict rebel without a cause
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| I ain’t the cat with the sharpest claws no baby
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| Cause sometimes life just ain’t what it seems
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah… I’m chasing nickels and dimes… |