D.w. Washburn Lyrics

by Monkees

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waitin'
A hot bowl of soup and a shave

D.W. Washburn, we picked you to say
Can't you hear the bugle call?
Can't you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty n'er do well

If you don't get out of that gutter
Before the next big rain
D.W. Washburn, you're gonna
Wash right down the drain

Up, up, come on get up, get up off your street
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees
I know you can make it to your feet

D.W. Washburn, I said to myself
D.W. Washburn, why don't you go
Save somebody else?

Well, I got no job to go to
I don't work and I don't get paid
I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' fine
And I believe I got it made

I'd like to thank all you good people
For comin' to my aid
But I'm D.W. Washburn
I do believe I got it made

I do believe I got it made
Don't need nobody
I do believe I got it made
I do believe I got it made

One more time
I do do do do do believe that got it made