I'm a writer, I'm a poet
Out of spiter and I know it
I don't need to hear your guitar
I'll write my review from the bar, should go far

I'm a critic with position
Paralytic, you musician
I'm weary of punk and new wave
I invented them both anyway, sad to say

Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger

Up, down, round and round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound

I'm a wino midnight worker
With a biro, I'm a lurker
I'll get you a deal in the chart
Or stop you before you can start, that's my art

Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger
Up, down, round and round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound

I'm a prier and a trier
And I'm a liar on the wire
Just leave me your dressing room key
You did say that boozе was for me, better bе

Up town, hanging around
Street bar, town to town
I'm a ligger with a trigger

Up, down, round and round
Feet don't touch the ground
I'm ready, I'm a dedicated hound