I don't care if you're sick What can I possible do with an American library And a contact on you Chorus: I've got six broken soldiers In the trunk of my car Two of them speak Four go to bars Rods in the closet A six-shooter in hand A caged up gorilla And three local bands Fluently the parrot speaks Six languages not know to man A sixpence and a quarter As the audience he scans Chorus: I've got six broken soldiers In the trunk of my car Two of them speak Four go to bars Rods in the closet A six-shooter in hand A caged up gorilla And three local bands