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Album: Track 11 on The Alternate Electric Ladyland
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Get out you bum, we don't want you here anymore!
Laying in the alleyway
Maybe some rich fool will come my way
And throw me a dime
That's all I need to give me more wine
All I got is to my names
Beat up guitar with three broken strings
And I sure know
I'm just saying "Taking care of no business"
Look it here
Hey kitty cat!
Where you going?
This part of the alley is my home
Walking all over outside my wall
Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs
I had a sandwich in a paper bag
But a rat stole it
Ain't that some drag?
Lord, I know, I know
I sure ain't taking care of no business
Break it home
Now I'll try to get me a job
And washing down hogs
But that meant standing up all the time
And standing up to me is just like dying
I'm so lazy that I could cry
But tears are just too lazy to fall out my eye *house*
Lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up
Can't even take care of no business
Play it one more time
Aww, it's always me
Aww, I sure wish I had me a sandwhich
I'm so broke I can't even pay attention
Uh, I'm so broke I can't even give you the time
Thanks to mack for these lyrics
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