Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings Of the bluebird as she sings. The six o'clock alarm would never ring. But six rings and I rise, Wipe the sleep out of my eyes. My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
You once thought of me As a white knight on a steed. Now you know how happy I can be. Oh, and our good times starts and end Without dollar one to spend. But how much, baby, do we really need.