Dingledoodies

I'm a cliché

the way I look

think and sing

I'm a cliché

I'm garbage

fill me up

and I'll puke and scream

I'm garbage

I'm a chair

you're the table

living in room 9 a

I'm going out

cause my legs are shaky

and I need my shoes

and I need my dingledoodies

I'm a beggar

I don't beg for a lot

I'll take anything you've got

I'm a beggar

I'm on Prince street

lost between Green and Mott

but to you

it probably don't mean a lot

and I'm an ordinary man

and the devil is my hungry shadow