DW Washburn Songtext
von The Monkees

"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'r-do-well
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

Up, up, come on get up, get up off your street
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees
I know you can make it to your feet, woah, I made it


"D.W. Washburn", I said to myself
"D.W. Washburn, why don′t you go save somebody 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 o′ you, good people, for comin' to my aid
But I'm D.W. Washburn, I do believe I got it made (D.W. Washburn)
I do believe I got it made, don′t need nobody (D.W. Washburn)
I do believe I got it made, ah-ah
I do believe I got it made
One more time
I do, do, do, do, do believe I got it made