D.W. Washburn...I heard a sweet voice say D.W. Washburn...this is your lucky day A hot bowl of soup is waitin' A hot bowl of soup and a shave... D.W. Washburn...we picked you to save Can't you hear the flugel horn? Can't you hear the band? Even you can be reborn You naughty ne'er-do-well Get up, get outta that gutter Before the next big rain D.W. Washburn...you're gonna wash right down the drain Up, up...c'mon get up Get up off your street If you can only make it from your hands to your knees I know you can make it to your feet...whoa D.W. Washburn...I said to myself D.W. Washburn...Why don't you go save somebody else? Well I got no job to go to I don't work and I don't get paid I got a bottle of wine I'm feeling fine...And I believe I got it made I'd like to thank all you good people For coming to my aid, but I'm D.W. Washburn I do believe I got it made...