Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
New York Dolls
New York Dolls
Performer
David Johansen
David Johansen
Vocals
Steve Conte
Steve Conte
Guitar
Sami Yaffa
Sami Yaffa
Bass
Brian Delaney
Brian Delaney
Drums
Sylvain Mizrahi
Sylvain Mizrahi
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Johansen
David Johansen
Songwriter
Steve Conte
Steve Conte
Songwriter

Lyrics

I ain't got no money Drive a busted dinosaur of a car If I didn't love my honey I woulda never ever woulda got this far I woulda stayed in bed Pulled covers over my head And slept until there's no more war How did it come to this? This is ridiculous This is getting too funky A man of my stature can't live like this When I talk about some money All I ever do is reminisce This is too austere I just wanna disappear And come back when the joint starts to swing How did it come to this? This is ridiculous Won't pay a nickel on morphine Really, I don't need that much help If I wanna jump out a window I can do it perfect, all by myself Or I could stay in bed Pull the covers over my head And sleep until they find a cure How did it come to this? This is ridiculous Ridiculous Can't make a dime with these mumba jumbas Ridiculous
Writer(s): David Johansen, Sylvain Mizrahi, Sami Takamaki, Brian Delancy, Steve Conte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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