Drivin` to the Poorhouse in a Limosine — текст песни (Ely Joe)

(Joe Ely)


Drivin` to the Poorhouse in a Limosine
Livin` on soda-pop and nicotine
Brushin` off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit.
Lookin` for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots.
That`s the life I live in a rock and roll band
Drivin` to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.


Sleepin` in the back-seat at the Shopping Mall
Parkin` at the pay phone waitin for a call
If it wasn`t for `collect` and `I.O.U.`
I`d be up to my neck in `Overdue`

Me and my baby rollin` hand in hand
Drivin` to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.


Diggin` through the bottles and magazines
Hope I got some money for some gasoline
Government agents nippin at my heels.
I`m a limo-length ahead of a jailhouse meal.

Me and my baby rollin` hand in hand
Drivin` to the Poo house just as fast as I can.


Feelin` like a sailor in a submarine
Feedin` quarters to the car-wash keepin` her clean.
Dropped my last dime thru the cracks in the floor
Hope the promotor don`t take the back door.

Me and my baby rollin` hand in hand
Drivin` to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.
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Drivin` to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.
Drivin` to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.


Fat-assed businessmen suckin my blood
Slingin my name like it was mud
If I go to hell in a Caddilac
Give `em my money and I won`t look back

I ain`t gonna be treated this a way
I ain`t gonna be tzeated this a way
I ain`t gonna be treated this a way
I ain`t gonna be treated this a way