Window Washer

Drunk in the middle of the afternoon, across the street from my school With a cool baby mama in her pink pajamas, makin' eyes over a game of pool Well we was four grinning sinners drinking gin for dinner Hoping we'd commit a sin tonight With Maceo blowin' on the stereo, we don't wait for no green lights I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you? Sick of working as a caddy, never be like my daddy Washin' windows every day of his life Or like the pack of black rats outside the laundromat Scared of walking home without a knife Two full weeks pay going up in a blaze I ain't never gonna change my ways Cause baby I would go crazy If it's just bills and babies from tomorrow to the end of my days I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you? If I weren't a guitar player, what else would I be? If I lay my guitar down, a window washer me With a scrub, scrub a dub dub Scrub, scrub a dub dub Scrub, scrub a dub dub Scrub, scrub a dub dub Looks can be deceiving when its late in the evening And I'm flying by the seat of my pants Halfway past sloshed, my windows need to be washed Forgetting I don't know how to dance Met a little Miss Muffet with a real big tuffet Hoping we could talk behind closed doors So please miss Shirley, don't you go to bed early Surely this'll turn to something more I'm trying to be a soul man, baby, what else can you do To find a sweet soul sister, get her ridin' next to you? Won't you give a soul man a chance? Soul sister, shall we dance?