Gotta find a razor that will cut me to size
Little bitty slices slicing my insides
Heart's palpitating and it's pumping quick
Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut
If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck
Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what."
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Gimme restitution, gimme something for sores
Kick the television, it won't bother no more
Sick of all your questions, always, "What? What? What?"
Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut
If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck
Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what."
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Well I better start tryin' 'cause I'm improvising
Trying to find a way back home
Well I better walking, 'cause the clock's tick-tocking
And the cop's giving me the eye
Give 'em half an hour and they're gonna want more
Getting kicked around so much it's making me sore
Do it, what I say, because I know what I know
Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut
If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck
Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what."
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut