Kick Out Of It

When you wake up darling And recall my name Something about last evening And it got me insane And lord you were funny And watching you run your game It was something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here Second oldest profession Running up and about How an attention to reach a man Yet to work it all out Say they going to help you Got their hand held out And there's something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here I head to my accountant He told me I was broke On the road for seven months Is this some kind of joke? Why don't you ask your manager It's the last cheque you wrote It was something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here They line up from all over The gang that clear the scene Say they take you platinum But she forget your name Don't care about music Send your commission to my name It was something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here Walking Sunset Boulevard In a midday fall Come across a homeless man On the floor on a cardboard box He was looking so hard I threw down a double star box It was something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here It was something watching you hustling I gotta get out of here