"Beggaring Blues"
I've got a different song every day of the week
sometimes I’m in your face, sometimes I’m meek
standing at my corner on Bleecker Street
shaking my lonely cup
You don’t have to approve
You don’t have to shine my shoes
You’ve don’t have to sing my blues
but brother, can you spare a dime?
On Monday, I’ve got AIDS
A stack of bills that ain’t been paid
I couldn't tell you the last time I ate
so, brother can you spare a dime?
On Tuesday I was just like you
a wife, a kid, a good job, too
but the layoffs came and now I'm blue,
so brother can you spare a dime?
You ain't got to love me
You ain't got to love me
You ain't got to love me, but
love the cup, love the cup, love the cup.
On Wednesday I endear,
I tell you what you want to hear
I'm a worthless bum who just wants beer
so brother can you spare a dime?
On Thursday I tell tall tales
my wife is kidnapped and up for sale
and the ransom note says I'm five bucks shy
so brother, can you spare a dime?
You ain't got to love me
You ain't got to love me
You ain't got to love me, but
love the cup, love the cup, love the cup.
On Friday I sing the blues
My worn-out boots become dancing shoes
I'll sing all the Motown hits for you
but, brother can you spare a dime?
On Saturday and Sunday, too
I'll sing a gospel tune for you
If you were Jesus, what would you do?
You'd open up your wallet for me.
You don't have to approve
You don't have to shine my shoes
You don't have to sing my blues
but brother, can you spare a dime?
You ain't got to love me
You ain't got to like me
I don't care if you hate me, just
love the cup, love the cup, love the cup.
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