Paul Westerberg - Ain't Got Me lyrics

You've got call waiting

It's irritating me to no end

I take a shot

Your hall of fame is

Littered with famous

Women and men

You've got 'em all on your wall

Except the last of a dying breed

Cause you ain't got me

No you ain't got me

No you ain't no you ain't got me

I got to be a boy again

With a lik'em ade chin and a quicksilver domino

Baby that's not my choice the fast way

You got a voice like the last day

Of Catholic school

Your world's got everything that you ever need

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You've got Broadway, the longest street

With the shortest memory

You cram your dreams with computer chips

Give me tambourines a pair of shaking hips

You've got 'em all on your wall

I'm the last of a dying breed...

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