I got my brown paper bag and my take-home pay
by mike
I’m your charity case so buy me something to eat
And I hear it’s tight most ev’ry night
You got me so I don’t know what I’m doin’
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
We’re comin’ to your town, we’ll help you party it down
Now holidays come and then they go
Life is so strange when its changin’, yes indeed
I don’t care what they may say
Well, say that you’ll be true
