T-bone Billy just a singin` the blues
Caught his lady with another man
Lit up a smoke and did some talkin`
With the back of his hand
She started shakin`, started losing her mind
But he was kicking back and playing it cool
Signed her walkin` papers
Took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo
Sing for your supper,
Nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out, I`ll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin a mess of me
Now Billy-boy`s out havin` a ball playin` fiddle at the local bar
Dark shades, cool kicks, he`s Hollywood Blvd.
Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin`:
Sign upon the dotted line!
He shook his head and said:
All I need is that fiddle of mine!
Sing for your supper,
Nobody rides for free
Take your big time, I`ll take care of me
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin a mess of me
When trouble came knockin`
Billy kep-a-rockin` like this...
Sing for your supper,
Nobody rides for free
Eat your heart out, I`ll send it C.O.D.
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin a mess of me
One, two baby what you do
Three, four let me show you the door
You`re better off dead than makin` a mess of me
Five, six take your last licks (lick it)
Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
You`re better off dead than makin a mess of me
