The Enterprise Blues Band

I don't give two hoots about money,
Money just pays the rent.
It always strikes me,
So very funny,
When my money's always spent.

I've got holes in my pockets and been living on consommé.
I ain't got no feathers and I'm livin' day to day.

Well, you go your way, I'll go mine
And that way, we'll get on just fine
I got morning in my pocket,
But I don't have to like it
'Cause you know what that burglar would find

Be fun, I got holes in my pocket and my living on consommé
I ain't got no feathers and I'm living day to day.

Well, some people gotta have a house on the hill
And half a million feathers in their cap
Well, that's just dandy
For people who drink brandy
But I just can't live like that

I gotta have holes in my pockets and be livin' on consommé
I ain't got no feathers and I'm living day to day.

Once I started collecting things
I found myself gettin' sassy
Well, I decided
To clean my crib out
And now you know that it's classy

To have holes in your pockets and be livin' on consommé
I ain't got no feathers and I'm livin' day to day.

And I got the fever
Fever in the mornin'
Fever all through the night
You gimme fever
Fever
Fever when you hold me
Fever when you squeeze me tight

Hit the road, Jack
And don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack,
And don't you come back no more

You load sixteen tons
And what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me
I ain't ready to go
'Cause I owe my soul to the company store

When you see me comin'
You better step aside
A lot of men didn't
And a lot of men died
I got one fist o' iron
The other o' steel
If the left don't get you
Then the right one will

I like my women short,
like my women tall,
That's about the only thing I really think you know
I belong to that beat generation
Don't let anything trouble my mind
I belong to that beat generation
Everything's goin' just fine

I got sssteamed heat
I got sssteamed heat
I got sssteamed heat
But your love ain't gonna keep me warm

Improv:
Hit the road, Jack
Fever
And don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
...

Yes Sir, yes Ma'am
I've been livin' on spam and consommé
Love that consommé
Mmmmmmh...
Soup!

- Original lyrics by Dennis Bacigalupi -

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