Gimmie Something

Well, he's been wasting his time

Running out of all kinds of luck

Well, he's been going down the line

Living in the back of his truck

With his all American steel reserve

He puts it in the bag and he sits on the curb

And he says

Hey, come on, give me money

Hey, come on, give me money

You've been living your life doing all kinds of drugs

Well, I've been spending my time trying not to fall in love

Oh, when you come over with your dirty spoon

Stay on my couch and you howl at the moon and you say

Hey, come on, give me something

Hey, come on, give me something

Hey, come on, give me something

Hey, come on, give me something