Get out you bum, we don't want your kind in here anymore!\n\nLaying in the alleyway, maybe some rich fool will come my way.\nAnd throw me a dime, that's all I need to give me more wine.\nAll I got is to my name is a beat up guitar with three broken strings.\nAnd I sure know I'm just ain't taking care of no business. Look at here.\n\nHey kitty cat! Where you going? This part of the alley is my home.\nWalking all over outside my wall. Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs.\nI had a sandwich in a paper bag. But a rat stole it. Ain't that some drag?\nLord, I know, I know I sure ain't taking care of no business. Play the horn.\n\nNow I'll try to get me a job. Feeding chickens. And washing down hogs.\nBut that meant standing up all the time. And standing up to me is just like dying.\nI'm so lazy that I could cry. But tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes.\nLord, lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up.\nCan't even take care of no business.\nPlay it one more time. Yeah!\nAww, it's always...