Lord have mercy! Feel so good. I think I'm gonna work. I was talking to the judge just before we left the countryside. Piece of paper in his hand tryin' to find the way. Tryin' to rip it out well now I've got it all around. Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain down. I remember the day the "Drumshanbo Hustle". When you couldn't hear a bird it was making not a sound. They were trying to muscle in an easy way to bring the money in. You were puking up your guts. When you looked at the standard contract you just signed. Prostitution on the run 'cepting when it was soliciting. Tryin' to drain them all dry got hung up by the rope. Magazines and books clearly undefinable. Wiped the clean slate and pulled the rug from underneath her feet. I remember the day the "Drumshanbo Hustle". When you couldn't hear no birds 'cos they were making not a sound. They were trying to muscle in the recording and the publishing. You were puking up your guts. When you read the standard contract you just signed alright!. New York hooker by the neck reads your Tarot cards and astronomy. Hey I want to get your stars but don't know your sign. It was taking time to get the message through to it. But will hand down shake you one and a letter five "T" rhyme. No sign poker. Oh remember the day the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'. Couldn't hear a bird Lord you couldn't hear no sound. They were trying to muscle in. On the gigs and the recording and the publishing. You were puking up your guts. When you read the standard contract you just signed. You were puking up your guts. When you read the standard contract that you signed. You were puking up your guts. When you read the standard contract you just signed.