I know that it´s evil I know that it´s got to be I know I ain´t doing much Doing nothing means a lot to me Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire Open to charity Rock ´n´ roller welfare Sitting in my Cadillac Listening to my radio Suzy baby get on in Tell me where she want to go I´m living in a nightmare She´s looking like a wet dream I got myself a Cadillac But I can´t afford the gasoline CHORUS: I´ve got holes in my shoes And I´m way overdue Down payment blues Get myself a steady job Some responsibility Can´t even feed my cat
On social security Hiding from the rent man Oh it makes me want to cry Sheriff knocking on my door Ain´t it funny how the time flies Sitting on my sailing boat Sipping off my champaign Suzy baby all at sea [Suzy baby you´re obscene] Say she want to come again Feeling like a paper cup [Floating | Blowing] down a storm drain Got myself a sailing boat But I can´t afford the gasoline [...afford a drop of rain] But I can´t afford to gather way [gather way - navigation - To attain headway. ]