I had to stop there, 'cause I needed the score Won't be a minute, just a peek through the door I'm no stranger to ardent addiction A growin' obsession, a six-string affliction I can be trusted, you got my word on that We won't make rent this month, and I can't feed the cat I got some dog food and blessings, amen I bought this lace full, sorry honey, it's happened again ♪ Hey there, taxman, about my returns Just ask my woman, man, she understands I was gonna send it, but you know how it lands It's now the six-string, with a hole in my hands I can be trusted, you got my word on that We won't make rent this month, and can't feed the cat We got some dog food and blessings, amen I bought this Fender, sorry honey, it's happened again ♪ Now, where's that pussycat? Must've moved in next door Damn, where's my Misses? Ha, at the sister-in-laws I guess my secret tells best as I serve, ha That's just another gram of Jerry Castor I can be trusted, you got my word on that I won't make rent this month, and I can't feed the cat I got some dog food and blessings, amen I bought this Banjo, sorry Rover, it's happened again