Take My Duds To The Junkman Lyrics - C.w. Mccall

(Ron Agnew) 

Take my duds to the junkman 

Give 'im ev'rything I got 

Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring 

I gotta get out while I'm hot 

You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin', 

Yer support don't mean a lot 

Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 

They give me stuff about what I'm not 

Put my cash in a root beer bottle 

But you better hold back a dime 

So you can call someone who cares about a-hearin' 

You can tell 'em how I wasted your time 

Pack my songs in a suitcase 

Send 'em out to old Dave Dee 

An' you can take them earplugs outta yer head 

'Cause you won't hear a thing from me 

[Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.] 

Some times I'm right, 

Some times I'm wrong, 

But most a' time I'm in-between 

There's always somebody wantin' somethin' for nothin' 

Somethin' gettin' nothin' for me 

Well, you wanted me for dependency 

But my will just turned to won't 

Though you never cared about me when I did, 

You gonna miss me when I don't 

So, take my duds to the junkman 

Give 'im ev'rything I got 

Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring 

I gotta get out while I'm hot 

You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin', 

Yer support don't mean a lot 

Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 

They give me stuff about what I'm not 

Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 

They give me stuff about what I'm not