Stop Trying To Tie Me

I am the man with the golden arm

I got legs of steel and a platinum palm

I'm the b-b-b-b-baritone of the works

And needles and pins make me feel beserk

My life is rife with nobody's strife

'Cause it's my wife and it's my life

Don't look at my eyes, watch your possessions

'Cause I have to have cash to retain my position



(CHORUS):

Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks

(Jack, jack, jack, jack me up)



(REFRAIN):

There are certain things that I try not to do

Like hangin' 'round the bathroom turnin' blue

I've shaken hands with saint vitus

'Cause I got the mellow yellow of hepatitis

I'm the mellow man with the malady

I make all of my deliveries C.O.D.

I don't have to try to play to win

'Cause I got a little thing called heroin



(CHORUS)



I'm the d-destroyer not an el lawyer

Down the rapids and through the ravine

In the sewer tonight, wrap your body up tight

While I answer your every bad dream

And if you think that's nothin', go to EF Hutton

Everybody'll hear what you said

But if you take my advice and shut it up twice

And find yourself another bed

Well I'm t-t-tellin' ya not short-sellin' ya

Shake ma hand and kissa ma boot

And if you feel inferior, go to Algeria

And buy a white flannel suit

My prognosis is your neurosis

New roses for me and mine

And if you feel real ill and you can't sit still

Lock the doors 'til the wintertime



(CHORUS)



Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me



Yeah



(Repeat 1st verse)



(CHORUS)



(REFRAIN)



(CHORUS)



Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop tryin' to tie me

Stop