I got 'round to singing 'bout   this gang of gin I'm in   then you'll know most certainly   the kind of game i'm in      just talking 'bout   just slinging 'bout   the gang of gin, I'm rollin' in, oh   then you'll know, the kind of state I'm in      who will buy my beautfil roses   who will buy my beautiful so-ong   who will buy my beautfil roses   who will buy my beautiful so-ong   oh in a nutshell   in a nutshell, no   in a nutshell   in a nutshell      I got 'round to singin' 'bout   this gang of gin I'm in   oh then you'll know   the kind of game i'm in      she was getting pally   with the scally in the alley   giving head for gear   called a spade a spade   got a slit from ear to ear      who will buy my beautiful roses   who will buy my beautiful so-ongs   who will buy my beautiful roses   who will buy my beautiful song      well I show no decorum   spill my heart out on the forum   it's like a snapshot of   the most tragic day   I would tell you my story,   but treachery it bores me   carl and mcgee both promised me   it would not happen this way      carl is kept sedated   the frontman elevated   and Mcgee doing all he can   to ruin my band   and keep me out the way      in this industry of fools,   muscle men and ghouls   if you're not a puppet or a muppet   then you might as well call it a day,   ay-ay      the truth it gets distorted   the wall scrapings get snorted   I'm welcome back   if I give up crack   but you gave me   my first pipe anyway, no   can't show no decorum   post left on the forum   it's like a snapshot of   the most tragic day   oh yay