D W Washburn
Verse 1:
I heard a sweet voice say
This is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waiting
A hot bowl of soup and a shave
We picked you to save
Can't you hear the fluegelhorn,
Can't you hear the bell?
Even you can be reborn
You naughty neer-do-well
If you don't get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain
You're gonna wash right down the drain
Up! Up! C'mon, 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
Verse 2:
I said to myself
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
Coda:
I got a bottle of wine, I'm feelin' fine
And I believe I got it made
I'd like to thank alla you good people
For coming to my aid
I do believe I've got it made (D. W. Washburn)
I do believe I've got it made, don't need nobody