Sippin´ up a tin can Bit of a wasted while Never put in too much effort, no When his days let go
Sniffin´ anything just to get him a taste He tried it, he couldn´t Kick that old malaise From his golden days Feelings fade
Drippin´ off a thin, thin, thin Thin as it gets A line of a woman Just to keep his toes Underneath his nose She lets go
You´re the wrong guy, Magpie Haven´t you a good point The strip joints still having you
We ain´t gonna get you outta here
No, we ain´t gonna get you outta here Which you´re fond of saying I know that you´re down as ever though Oh, I know that you´re down as ever though And you want it baby Rippin´ on a six speed Wind in the face He´s wild and he´s looking To that open sky For some life inside He´s so tried
You´re the wrong guy, Magpie Haven´t you a good point The strip joints still having you
We ain´t gonna get you outta here No, we ain´t gonna get you outta here
Which you´re fond of saying
I know that you´re down as ever though Oh, I know that you´re down as ever though And you want it baby
We ain´t gonna get you outta here No, we ain´t gonna get you outta here Which you´re fond of saying
I know that you´re down as ever though Oh, I know that you´re down as ever though And you want it baby