"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've picked you to save
Can't you hear the bugle call? Can't you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty
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 to your hands and knees
I know you can make it to your feet, oh baby
"D.W. Washburn", I said to myself
"D.W. Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else?"
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 feelin' fine
And I believe I got it made
I'd like to thank all you good people for comin' to my aid
But I'm D.W. Washburn and I believe I got it made (D.W. Washburn)
I do believe I got it made (D.W. Washburn)
Made (D.W. Washburn)
I do believe I got it...
