I Don't Want No Drummer. I Set

Listen To My Story And Everything Will Come Out True

There's Nineteen Men Livin' In My Neighborhood, Eighteen Of Them Are Fools And The One Ain't No Doggone Good.

I Don't Want No Drummer. I Set The Tempo.

When My Bed Is Empty, Makes Me Feel Awful Mean And Blue. My Springs Are Getting Rusty, Living Single Like I Do.

I Ain't Good-lookin', But I'm Somebody's Angel Child.