Message To The Clerk

First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed

Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed

To reach into the basket, take a bunch of dimes

Drop them near the paper riddled with my rhymes

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

Then I came to the priest, said I knew God was alive

He looked at me quite solemn, said “Son don't give me that jive”

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a .45

Said “Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jive”

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

Then I came to see the man at the center of the town

Said “Hey there Mister Leader, you're looking at a clown

I don't engage in nothing except hangin' around

I'm living high, I'm living low, I'm just screaming the sound”

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

Then I came to see myself, I got a nervous quirk

Behind a gun I lurk, he looks to me berserk

He pushes (?) at his time, he's running down a line

Face all dripping down, carrying a sign

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work

And now you're independent, brush your teeth three times a day

Remember how I told you, remember how I say

That you've seen a hundred persons, and you've called me down today

Just to hear how lovely it sounds to hear me say

Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work