Act One: D.W. Washburn

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day A hot bowl of soup is waiting A hot bowl of soup and a shave D.W. Washburn, we picked you to save Can't you hear the flugelhorn? Can't you hear the bell? Even you can be reborn You naughty ne'er-do-well If you don't get outta that gutter Before the next big rain D.W. Washburn, you're gonna wash right down the drain Up! Up! C'mon, get up! Get up off the street If you can only make it to your hands and knees I know you can make it to your feet, oh yeah D.W. Washburn, I said to myself D.W. Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else? You see, I got no job to go to I don't work and I don't get paid I got a bottle of wine and I'm feeling fine And I believe I've got it made I'd like to thank all you good people For coming to my aid But I'm D.W. Washburn and I believe I've got it made D.W. Washburn And I believe I've got it made D.W. Washburn And I believe I've got it made