“D.W. Washburn (live)”

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 save

Can’t you hear the flugel horn?
Can’t you hear the bell?
Even you can be reborn
You naughty n’er-do-well
If you don’t get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain
D.W. Washburn, you’re gonna wash right down the drain

Up, up, c’mon, get up
Get up off that 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?
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 coming to my aid
But I’m D.W. Washburn
And I believe I got it made
I believe I got it made
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
I believe I got it made