Drumshanbo Hustle

[Intro]
Lord have mercy!
Feel so good
I think I'm gonna work

[Verse 1]
I was talkin' to the judge, just before we left the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand, tryin' to find the way
Tryin' to rip it out, well now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before they brought the curtain down

[Chorus]
I remember the day, the "Drumshanbo Hustle"
When you couldn't hear a bird, it was makin' not a sound
They were tryin' to muscle in, an easy way to bring the money in
You were puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard contract you just signed

[Verse 2]
Prostitution on the run, 'ceptin' what it was solicitin'
Tryin' to drain them all dry, got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean slate, and pulled the rug from underneath her feet

[Chorus]
I remember the day, the "Drumshanbo Hustle"
When you couldn't hear no birds, 'cause they were makin' not a sound
They were tryin' to muscle in, the recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed, alright!

[Guitar Solo]
Hey! Mercy
Ow!

[Verse 3]
New York hooker by the neck, reads your tarot cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars but doesn't know your sign
It was takin' time to get the message through to it
But will hand down shake you one, and a letter five "T" that rhyme
No sign poker

[Chorus]
Oh, remember the day, the "Drumshanbo Hustle"
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord, you couldn't hear no sound
They were tryin' to muscle in
On the gigs and the recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract that you signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard contract you just signed