Old Man Deadbeat Lyrics

Well, who are you to tell me what to be?

Walking down that street, scarf in hand, tired and beat

Your shoes are falling apart, your eyes falling asleep

Getting too deep, you see

Phone beeps at six but you wake close to noon

Down some coffee, step outside, breathe in the fumes

Of the morning air of the city spires and plumes

You do nothing all day

Running out the door to the car to make a deal

But you forgot your keys, got only a scowl to wield

Deadbeat in a stained shirt running out the door

I'll be curt, you've never had any fun before

Well, who are you to tell me what to be?

Walking down that street, scarf in hand, tired and beat

Your shoes are falling apart, your eyes falling asleep

Getting too deep, you see