I Ain't Good-lookin', But I'm Somebody's Angel

I Don't Want No Drummer. I Set The Tempo.

Listen To My Story And Everything Will Come Out True

When My Bed Is Empty, Makes Me Feel Awful Mean And Blue. My Springs Are Getting Rusty, Living Single Like I Do.

There's Nineteen Men Livin' In My Neighborhood, Eighteen Of Them Are Fools And The One Ain't No Doggone Good.

I Need A Little Sugar In My Bowl And A Little Hot Dog In My Roll.