Shape Up

I couldn't wait to get home Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor I got two days, that isn't enough Could use a few more Telling me, telling me to shape up Telling me, telling me to shape up I looked in the mirror I damn near cried Call my buddies 'round ... [?] you Of course we ...[?] We wound up downtown Telling me, telling me to shape up Telling me, telling me to shape up I'm wearing dirty clothes I'm reading filthy rags I like the New York Dolls, never drag I'm wearing dirty clothes I'm reading filthy rags Like the New York Dolls, bunch of fags I'm wearing dirty clothes I'm reading filthy rags I love the New York Dolls, never drag Couldn't wait to get home Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor I got two days, that ain't enough Could use five more Telling me, telling me to shape up They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up Yeah, yeah, telling me, telling me Don't tell me daddy, tell me to shape up