Magpie

Sippin' up a tin can, bit of a wasted while Never put in too much effort, no, when his day's let go Sniffin' anything just to get him to taste it, he tried it, he couldn't Kick that old malaise from his golden days Feelings fade Drippin' off a thin, thin, thin, thin as it gets, a line of a woman Just to keep his toes underneath his nose She lets go You're the wrong guy, Magpie Haven't you a good point? The strip joint's still having you We ain't gonna get you outta here No, we ain't gonna get you outta here Which you're fond of saying I know that you're down as ever, though Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though And you want it, baby Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Rippin' on a six speed, wind in the face He's wild and he's looking to that open sky For some life inside He's so tried You're the wrong guy, Magpie Haven't you a good point? The strip joint's still having you We ain't gonna get you outta here Oh, we ain't gonna get you outta here Which you're fond of saying I know that you're down as ever, though Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though And you want it, baby Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah We ain't gonna get you outta here No, we ain't gonna get you outta here Do you want it lately? I know that you're down as ever, though Oh, I know that you're down as ever, though And you want it, baby Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah