Nobody's Nixon

I’m nobody’s hustler

No pinky ring around my finger

But I’ve driven in my share of limousines

My girl dressed in sequins

Shine just like a Vegas singer

And I’m up all night avoiding scary dreams

So goodbye to the ladies

Who wait in the rafters

Goodbye to the feelers

Out there on the street

Goodbye to the babies

Goodbye to the rabies

Goodbye to getting high and eating meat

I’m nobody’s puppy

I’m not your doggy-woggy either

But I have bitten many other men

I’m nobody’s voodoo

I’m not your paranoia either

But I tape-record every phonecall that I get

I once was a Quaker

Till my market made it bigger

I spend my life fighting off regret

So goodbye to the ladies

Who wait in the rafters

Goodbye to the feelers

Out there on the street

Goodbye to the babies

Goodbye to the rabies

Goodbye to getting high and eating meat

I’m nobody’s sweetheart

I blame nobody but myself

Cause I know you were looking out for me…

I know you were looking out for me

I know you were looking out for me