Taking Care Of No Business

(Randy Bachman)

Laying in the alleyway
Maybe some rich fool will come my way
And throw me a dime
That's all I need to give me more wine
All I got is to my names
Beat up guitar with three broken strings
And I sure know
I'm just saying "Taking care of no business"

Look it here
Hey kitty cat!
Where you going?
This part of the alley is my home
Walking all over outside my wall
Boy, you sure got a whole lotta dogs
I had a sandwich in a paper bag
But a rat stole it
Ain't that some drag?
Lord, I know, I know
I sure ain't taking care of no business
Break it home

Now I'll try to get me a job

Feeding chickens
And washing down hogs
But that meant standing up all the time
And standing up to me is just like dying
I'm so lazy that I could cry
But tears are just too lazy to fall out of my eyes
Lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up
Can't even take care of no business
Play it one more time

Aww, it's always me
Aww, I sure wish I had me a sandwhich or anything
I'm so broke I can't even pay attention
Uh, I'm so poor I can't even give you the time