Letra de
D.w. Washburn

D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say,
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day.
A hot bowl of soup is waitin', a hot bowl of soup and a shave.
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to save.
Can't you hear the bugle call? Can't you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty ne'er-do-well
But if you don't get out of that gutter, before the next big rain,
D.W. Washburn, you're gonna wash right down the drain.
#2.
Up, up, come on get up, get up off that street.
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet.
#3.
D.W. Washburn, I said to myself,
D.W. Washburn, why don't you go save sombody else?
Well, I got no job to go to, I don't work and I don't get paid.
I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' fine and I believe I got it made.
I'd like to thank all you good people for comin' to my aid,
but I'm D.W. Washburn, I do believe I got it made
D.W.Washburne, I do believe I got it made.(x2)(Fade.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.