Monkees D.w. Washburn Lyrics

D.w. Washburn Lyrics

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say

D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day

A hot bowl of soup is waitin'

A hot bowl of soup and a shave



D.W. Washburn, we picked you to say

Can't you hear the bugle call?

Can't you hear the bells?

Even you can be reborn, you naughty n'er do well



If you don't get out of that gutter

Before the next big rain

D.W. Washburn, you're gonna

Wash right down the drain



Up, up, come on get up, get up off your street

If you can only make it from your hands to your knees

I know you can make it to your feet



D.W. Washburn, I said to myself

D.W. Washburn, why don't you go

Save somebody else?



Well, I got no job to go to

I don't work and I don't get paid

I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' fine

And I believe I got it made



I'd like to thank all you good people

For comin' to my aid

But I'm D.W. Washburn

I do believe I got it made



I do believe I got it made

Don't need nobody

I do believe I got it made

I do believe I got it made



One more time

I do do do do do believe that got it made