Ohh, lets get it on      Wellll, good God mama what’s wrong with your face   Been out all night you’re a total disgrace   Here you come again with your hands out by your side   Yes, I don’t know what’s the matter with you   Dad gummit money thing you act like a fool   Sometimes I don’t know what’s goin’ on about that      Well Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear   Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you   You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around   Won’t put me six feet in the ground   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues      Wellll, Mr. Businessman what do you say   I seen you a poundin’ on my door today   Look at that honey, he’s got his hands out by his side   Yes, gimme this, gimme that like a rubber band   He’s got those stretch marks all over his hands   He’s got a reputation for those old gimme bluesss      Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear   Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you   You can slap that be-bop you can shove me around   Won’t put me six feet in the ground   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues   Yes, you got them blues honey   Ahh, would you get it on that slide guitar      Yes, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear   Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you   And you can slap that bad old be-bop you can shove me around   Won’t put me six feet in the ground   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues      Well I’m sure all my buddies been here before   Mr. Businessman I’m poundin’ on your door   I think that man and a woman’s got somethin’ on me      Yes, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever hear   Ain’t got no money to buy me a beer   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme that’s all I ever get from you   You can slap that bad old be-bop you can shove me around   Won’t put me six feet in the ground   Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, you got those old gimme blues