Left me broke 'n' busted Without one thin dime Wound up in the poorhouse Via chasin your behind I must have been a blind man But now i can see I finally broke the spell You had hangin' over me Now i'm fine I'm really feelin' fine Got to get myself together And move it on down the line Got gucci bags from sak's fifth ave. Gowns by gaultier Even hired a little french boy To parlez vous your france Took him to the riviera Goin' topless without shame Droppin' lotsa pills And several well placed names But not mine No you won't be droppin' mine See i'm gettin myself together And movin' on down the line Charge accounts and champagne bottles Both you love to drain Buyin italian shoes and bolivian cocaine I read about your sexploits In a scandal magazine Saw your picture with some playboy And a dutchess in her teens Ain't that a crime I did my time Me i got myself together And i'm movin' on down the line Me i got myself together And i'm movin' on down the line