Ely Joe - Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine lyrics

(Joe Ely)

Drivin' to the Poorhouse in a Limosine

Livin' on soda-pop and nicotine

Brushin' off the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit.

Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots.

That's the life I live in a rock and roll band

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.

Sleepin' in the back-seat at the Shopping Mall

Parkin' at the pay phone waitin for a call

If it wasn't for 'collect' and 'I.O.U.'

I'd be up to my neck in 'Overdue'

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.

Diggin' through the bottles and magazines

Hope I got some money for some gasoline

Government agents nippin at my heels.

I'm a limo-length ahead of a jailhouse meal.

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poo house just as fast as I can.

Feelin' like a sailor in a submarine

Feedin' quarters to the car-wash keepin' her clean.

Dropped my last dime thru the cracks in the floor

Hope the promotor don't take the back door.

Me and my baby rollin' hand in hand

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.

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Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.

Drivin' to the Poorhouse just as fast as I can.

Fat-assed businessmen suckin my blood

Slingin my name like it was mud

If I go to hell in a Caddilac

Give 'em my money and I won't look back

I ain't gonna be treated this a way

I ain't gonna be tzeated this a way

I ain't gonna be treated this a way

I ain't gonna be treated this a way