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