Wiseblood - Stop Trying To Tie Me lyrics

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