Hey mister spare me a dollar
I'll trade you for one of my tunes
I sing about women and wine
So real you can smell her perfume
Doesn't that sound like a deal
It's cold out here
Man, it's cold can't you feel
Weekends and sunny weather
The boys keep wetting my tongue
Some days i stay here all day long
Keep singing at the top of my lungs
Oh no don't leave quite yet
This time i swear i won't forget the words
Oh yeah, sure i had dreams
Doesn't everyone. i didn't
Hitchhike from god knows
Where to end up like a no good,
Too drunk, son of a gun.
Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few
Sweet annie put on too much make-up
She put lipstick all over her face
She yells, "frankie play me a happy song
And starts dancin' all over the place
She grabs a hold of a man from maine
She moves so well she's natural and drunk
Nobody blows a horn like willy
He plays so pretty on gloom
But old willy's head full of voices
So i think we're gonna lose him real soon
Now ain't that a shame, a talent like that
I'll be damned he's back in nam again
Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few
Hey wait a minute mister
I still got a thing to tell
Hey please pa** me that bottle over there
Excuse me i'm not feeling well
Summer's here sure i know,
But i'm still cold, damn it's
Cold out here
Don't blame it on me
Don't blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few
Let's blame it on me
Let's blame it on you
Let's blame it on a few