March, Friday, or Saturday   Artshow night with Ron English   Says I'm a worthless bum      You know they call me a worthless bum   You know I've had my share of chums   But I'm a worthless bum says I      You might thinking of davinare   You might be thinking of things that scare   Whatever you're thinking, I don't care   To be stripped bare   Worthless bum says I      I never denied a precious gift   You know I probably stole all my riffs   But I'm a worthless bum Says I      Oh, can't you see?   You belong to me   How my poor heart aches   Every move you make      You know if things get out of hand   You know I'm the one who understands   Without or with you I'm just doin, doin fine   You know I probably stole all my poetry   Even they took the most of it from me   But I will go on through the infinity   Believing the lie   Worthless bum says I      You know that I hear is pretty good   Understand I'm a worthless bum   Worthless bum says I      You know I never tried to rip you off   Never tried to take your life   Worthless bum says I      If you were me   And I was you   Then everything's all right   We're out of sight      Worthless bum   Worthless bum   Worthless bum says I