The Gypsy Paroles

Was it some kind of dream?
Or is it real?

Then I awoke
To then white policemen
Who held me until I choked
They brought me in
Like McCarthy and Nixon
That isn't all she wrote
Log on to a suicide note

But I can't get nothin'
That can be bought
So I'll just live
With what I got
I'm the gypsy
And I'll never be
Anyone's president
So I'll just live
'Til my time's spent For a ten pound note
A glass and a sucker is all that it got her
Guess she got her goat
And the Camptown ladies say »you have a nice day
Just be along your way . . . GET OUT ! ! ! !

CHORUS

I fell in a stream of lilac and razors
What do you think that means?
Another day - another stomach
Aches for some other way
But for now I'll just live today . . . OH YEAH ! ! ! ! !

But I can't get nothin' that can be bought
So I'll just live with what I got
I'm the gypsy - I'm the gypsy