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 pass 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