Credit

Get your hand out of my pocket
You're not my Uncle Sam
Have we been introduced?
Do you even know who I am?

I just came here for some credit
I want some credit
I just came here for some credit
I want some credit

Why don't you leave me out of this
Do you even know who you are?
Hey, is this a game of hit and miss?
Is that a birthmark or a scar?

Give me a little bit of credit
Give me some credit
Just a little bit of credit
Give me some credit

I know I'll never reach the sun
But I'm not giving up
Til I hit on everyone

Four sets a night, six days a week
I never saved a lousy dime
Now my guitar it gently weeps
Out of tune and out of time

Just last week a little card came in the mail
It was gold and thin as Kate Moss
I took a little trip to Paris for the weekend
That's when they up and cut me off

I said why, they said you got no credit
You're all out of credit
Where can I get a little more credit
Chop out some credit

I know things are gonna change
But I can't say bad or good
First they build you up
Then they chop you down like wood

All for a little bit of credit
Give me some credit
Where can I get a little more credit
I want some credit

After all is said and done
I'm gonna pay up before I run