D. W. Washburn Lyrics

D. W. Washburn,
I heard a sweet voice say,
D. W. Washburn,
This is your lucky day,
A hot bowl of soup is waiting,
A hot bowl of soup and a shave,
D. W. Washburn, we picked you to say.
Can't you hear the bugle call,
Can't you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn,
You naughty man do well,
If you don't get out of that gutter, Before the next big rain,
D. W. Washburn,
You're gonna wash right down the drain.
Up, up, come on, get up,
Get up off your street,
If you can only make it,
From your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet.
D. W. Washburn, I said to myself,
D. W. Washburn,
Why don't you go save somebody else?
Well, I got no job to go to,
I don't work and I don't get paid,
I got a bottle of wine, I'm feeling fine,
And I believe I got it made.
I'd like to thank all you good people,
For coming to my aid,
But I'm D. W. Washburn,
I do believe I got it made,
I believe I got it made,
Don't need nobody,
I do believe I got it made...