Warm and Free

(Shel Silverstein)



Warm and free, warm and free

That's all it takes to get a hold on me

Warm and free, warm and free

You never know how low you can be.



Till you go into an an all-night cafe

Grab somebody's dirty old cup

Walk right up to the hot water boiler

And fill that sucker up.



Then you add some ketchup, salt and tabasco

Sure smells good to me

Then sloopity-slop you suck it up

It's warm and it's free.



Oh warm and free, warm and free

That's all it takes to get a hold on me

Warm and free, warm and free

You never know how low you can be.



Till you sneak into a party on the Saturday night

And say hey I'm a friend of Stan's

And you ease into the kitchen open up the fridge

And gobble up everything you can.



Then you crawl into the bed neath the big pile o' coats

And try to get yourself some sleep

This life ain't swell but what the hell

You're warm and you're free.



Oh warm and free, warm and free

That's all it takes to get a hold on me

Warm and free, warm and free

You never know how low you can be.



Till you go into the bar and meet a middle aged lady

Let her buy you a drink or two

You look into her eyes till she says

I've got a son bout the very same age as you.



Then you say you remind me of my very own mama

As her hand slips to your knee

She ain't Raquel but what the hell

Ut's warm and it's free.



Oh, warm and free, warm and free

That's all it takes to get a hold on me

Warm and free, warm and free

You never know how low you can be...