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 berserk
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
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
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 hepatitus
I'm the mellow man with the melody
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 "h**n"
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
I'm the de-destroyer not an el-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 E.F. Hutton
Everybody'll hear what you said
But if you take my advice and shut it up twice
You'll find yourself another bed
Well, I'm tee-tee-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
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks, yeah
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Yeah, 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 berserk
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
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
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 hepatitus
I'm the mellow man with the melody
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 "h**n"
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack-jack-jack-jack me up!)
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop