Mr. Bill Collector
playing his same old tune,
three months behind in payments...
and da' man be wanting his money soon.
Landlord's a knocking,
knocking on my front door,
eviction notice saying,
"you ain't welcome here no mo'!"
Ain't got me no wheels,
but I ain't pawning my steel guitar,
last night the credit union
repossessed my brand-new car.
Gas man, phone man,
you best get in line,
cause my woman done left me
flat without a damn dime.
No lint in my Armani pockets,
No holes in my Bruno Magli shoes
Wearing twenty-four carat gold,
singing the po' boy blues.
Yes! I'm singing the po' boy blues,
now I'm front-page news.
B.B 2003