Gordon Vincent Can't Be Your Boy
Who did you talk to
Call me next month
I'm back logged, back burner
I can't talk right now
Which way's the cleaners
Who is your daddy
Go check out them beamers
I don't need no caddy
Put out your hands
They are your friends
They're gonna be with you until the end
But I can't be your boy
Get me out of the dining car
It wants to go to my thighs
This ain't like it used to
I'm so sick of ham
Where'd I lose my stomach
Picking in the trash
Can't keep it down
Can't make it last
In a roll top table
Behind a stack of mail
In a high rise penthouse
Or in a Richfield jail
No I can't be your boy
High wire walker
Big city walker
I'm a union walker
Jimmy walker
Last minute walker
Admit it walker
Roll with it walker
Now don't hand me no walker
What a way to treat a man
Eye to eye, hand to hand
No I can't be your boy
Better move to the country
Learn how to raise a farm
See the mule to sleep
Put the plow in the barn
Never fight with your woman
About the price of corn
Never lose no sleep
With the tv on
Put out your hands
They are your friends
Gonna be with you
Until the end
I'll never be your boy
