Work for Food

Yeah well no one really understands

A shopping cart is filled with cans

And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture, and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

And I just look the other way

But I keep on rollin',I keep on rollin'.....

I deny a problem with my attitude

Cause I will work for food

Yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'.....

I wasn't always pararnoid

Sang a song on Uncle Floyd

But the records, never sold, and that was bad

And my Mommy still took care of me

Till I was almost thirty-three

Now she's gone up to heaven, to see Dad

Sheriffs came with pistols and on their stary sleeves

Gimme thirty days to leave

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'.....

No one wants to pay for me my broken heart

So now I've got this shopping cart

And I keep on rollin', I jeep on rollin'....

On..on,and on,and on,and on,and on...

Yeah well no one really understands

A shopping cart is filled with cans

And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn

And a poster and some magazines

With my picture, and some magic beans

And a blanket that I got when I was born

Different people do the same things everyday

I just look the other way

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'....

And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'...

On...on,and on and on,and on,and on...

On,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on and on and on...