D. W. Washburn,
I heard a sweet voice say,
D. W. Washburn,
This is your lucky day,
A hot bowl of soup is waiting,
A hot bowl of soup and a shave,
D. W. Washburn, we picked you to say.
Can´t you hear the bugle call,
Can´t you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn,
You naughty man do well,
If you don´t get out of that gutter, Before the next big rain,
D. W. Washburn,
You´re gonna wash right down the drain.
Up, up, come on, 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.
D. W. Washburn, I said to myself,
D. W. Washburn,
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,
I got a bottle of wine, I´m feeling fine,
And I believe I got it made.
I´d like to thank all you good people,
For coming to my aid,
But I´m D. W. Washburn,
I do believe I got it made,
I believe I got it made,
Don´t need nobody,
I do believe I got it made...