The Rent Receipt

I want to tell this, I like talking about my friends
Fella in St. Louis, you know, he had a place, he lived in the high-rent district, and the only way he could live there was to have friends that ate oatmeal
No, he was doing bad at his house
I went over there one time and he didn't have sweat on his ice water
That's right, I looked, he had one of them small places—I was sitting on the couch with my elbow in the kitchen
And I looked over on his sink and saw a cockroach pull a switchblade on a rat and take his cheese
Oh yeah, here's some other stuff, I don't even wanna talk about Clinton
No, it's a buddy of mine, he's away now, he hurt his wife very bad with 1700 consecutive blows from a baseball bat—just hurt her slightly
Seems as though they went to Vegas on a little vacation and he gave her 800 dollars, and she blew it on food and rent
Yeah, didn't blow the rent, I know
I went home one day and my old lady was sitting on the radiator, drying our rent receipt
Yeah, she had it in her apron