I couldn't wait to get home
Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that isn't enough
Could use a few more

Telling me, telling me to shape up
Telling me, telling me to shape up

I looked in the mirror
I damn near cried
Call my buddies 'round
... [?] you
Of course we ...[?]
We wound up downtown

Telling me, telling me to shape up
Telling me, telling me to shape up

I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
I like the New York Dolls, never drag

I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
Like the New York Dolls, bunch of fags
I'm wearing dirty clothes
I'm reading filthy rags
I love the New York Dolls, never drag

Couldn't wait to get home
Drop my stuff on the kitchen floor
I got two days, that ain't enough
Could use five more

Telling me, telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up
They keep on telling me, telling me to shape up
Yeah, yeah, telling me, telling me
Don't tell me daddy, tell me to shape up