Back to My Music

Joe was a dishwasher in old Jackson City Lenny was a cook in Santa Fe Micky ran the numbers for a friend in Nevada And I'm gettin' fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Tex! He played the big street for a while, yeah in New York Frank will find a place for you to stay Denny ran a topless joint in the City of the Angels And I'm gettin' fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Cat! Get back John! Well he's a genius Everybody knows a B.S. Artie's pushing egg-beaters and trays Mike and Gary Allen mark the old big-deaded heavies But it's me who's fatter every day Might as well get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back Tex! Get back to my music (to my music) Might as well get back Get back John! Get back, get back to my music Get back to my music (get back) Might as well get back Get back Mike! Get back, get back to my music Get back to my music (get back) Might as well get back Get back Ah, ah, ah, ah