Back To My Music - Good Rats

Joe was a dishwasher in old Jackson City

Lenny was a cook in Santa Fe

Micky ran the numbers for a friend in Nevada

And I’m gettin' fatter every day

Might as well get back to my music (to my music)

Might as well get back

Get back Tex!

He played the big street for a while, yeah in New York

Frank will find a place for you to stay

Denny ran a topless joint in the City of the Angels

And I’m gettin' fatter every day

Might as well get back to my music (to my music)

Might as well get back

Get back Cat!

Get back John!

Well he’s a genius

Everybody knows a B.S.

Artie’s pushing egg-beaters and trays

Mike and Gary Allen mark the old big-deaded heavies

But it’s me who’s fatter every day

Might as well get back to my music (to my music)

Might as well get back

Get back Tex!

Get back to my music (to my music)

Might as well get back

Get back John!

Get back, get back to my music

Get back to my music (get back)

Might as well get back

Get back Mike!

Get back, get back to my music

Get back to my music (get back)

Might as well get back

Get back

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