The Sum Of Marcie’s Blues

Marcie, there's no sugar, go and pawn your mother's ring
Marcie, there's no sugar, go and pawn your mother's ring
Well, I bet that old pawn broker
Sure gets tired of seeing that old thing

Marcie, we need sweet milk, go and charm that grocer man
Marcie, we need sweet milk, go and charm that grocer man
Give him your Sunday smile, baby
Say you'll pay him when you can

Well, if we had some place to run to, I do believe we'd run away
If we had some place to run to, Marcie girl, we'd run away
But we're stuck out in the rat race
And damned old rats are gaining every day

Marcie, not a sound now, I hear the landlord at the door
Marcie, not a sound now, I hear the landlord at the door
Well, he's tired of prose and promises, he won't listen anymore

Well, if I knew some place to run to, I do believe I'd run away
If I knew some place to run to, I do believe I'd run away
But we're stuck here in the rat race
And the damned old rats are gaining every day