DON'T PITY ME

words and music
copyright © 1989 by
Roy Zimmerman

I'm a rovin' boy
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no job
No health insurance

And the twinklin' stars
Are my only family
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, I lost ten years
To a thirsty bottle
And I lost my wife
When I lost my job

And I lost three toes
To a case of frostbite
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, I lost my hearing
Sleepin' in a tunnel
And I gouged my eye
Diggin' in a dumpster

And I'm pissin' blood
And I'm coughin' up little bits of my lungs
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, you need your Bluetooth
And you need your Blackberry
And you need your nine iron
And your caramel macchiato

And you need your botox
And your MySpace profile
The last thing you need
Is to pity me

I'm a rovin' boy  (You’re a rovin’ boy)
Ain't got no money  (Ain’t got no money)
Ain't got no walls  (Ain’t got no walls)
For to hang my diploma  (What was your major?)

And the twinklin' stars
Are my only family
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Don't pity me
Don't pity me

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