I ain't blue, yet hell I ain't even sick   But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink   Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet   But for a pile of trash I sure smell sweet      Can in a bag for just $2.35   Nobody looks you straight in the eye   Drop like butter to the floor, just let me lie   Drop like butter just let me fry      Been digging holes like I'm in need of work   I can't sit for a minute just dry my shirt   This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette   Its drunk my drinks and cashed my bets      Can in a bag for just $2.35   Nobody looks you straight in the eye   Drop like butter to the floor, just let me lie   Drop like butter just let me fry      Junk, junk, junk, junk   Sure smell sweet for junk