Message To The Clerk, Pt.1
Jandek · Other Songs - Jandek
First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed
Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes
Drop them for the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see the priest, said I knew God was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said 'Son don't give me that jiveâ?
I reached into my pocket, pulled out .45
Said 'Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jiveâ?
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes
Drop them for the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see the priest, said I knew God was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said 'Son don't give me that jiveâ?
I reached into my pocket, pulled out .45
Said 'Priest I got your number, and this here ain't no jiveâ?
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work