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...