She came over, but I was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went
I'm so tired, she thinks that's bent
it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent
I won't hold my breath for that
time to come I exhale an exasperating sum
she said "you're washed up",
I'm not close to being done
there's plenty of room in the shadows,
but not in the sun
no place in the son,
my sun
I'm not even close to being done
that guy there,
he's a big boy's hobnob
he's got no integrity,
he's a lazy slob compared to me
he's quite famous,
but I've got a job
loose lips take sips
from the goblet gob
there's no time for me,
but just you wait and see
if I'm counting on me,
I'll need to calculate now
she's tired of standing there,
hey that takes the cake
'cause the sun comes over,
and she's always in the way
(in the way... get the fuck out 'my way)