(Bach Bolan Snake). T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues. Caught his lady with another man. Lit up a smoke and did some talkin'. With the back of his hand. She started shakin' started losing her mind. But he was kicking back and playing it cool. Signed her walkin' papers. Took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo. Sing for your supper. Nobody rides for free. Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D.. One two baby what you do. Three four let me show you the door. You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me. Five six take your last licks. Seven eight let me give it to you straight. You're better off dead than makin a mess of me. Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar. Dark shades cool kicks he's Hollywood Blvd.. Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin':. "Sign upon the dotted line!". He shook his head and said:. "All I need is that fiddle of mine!". Sing for your supper. Nobody rides for free. Take your big time I'll take care of me. One two baby what you do. Three four let me show you the door. You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me. Five six take your last licks. Seven eight let me give it to you straight. You're better off dead than makin a mess of me. When trouble came knockin'. Billy kep-a-rockin' like this.... Sing for your supper. Nobody rides for free. Eat your heart out I'll send it C.O.D.. One two baby what you do. Three four let me show you the door. You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me. Five six take your last licks. Seven eight let me give it to you straight. You're better off dead than makin a mess of me. One two baby what you do. Three four let me show you the door. You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me. Five six take your last licks (lick it). Seven eight let me give it to you straight. You're better off dead than makin a mess of me.