Here’s the Pick It Up Blues. You can picket them if you’d like.
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C F C F C
I see mirrors in Alabama
and Billiards in Arkansas
I’ve known a million numbers
But I don’t know who to call
F C
Gotta go out and collect some more
G F C
Gotta pick it up, pick it up and get off the floor
I’ve got numbers on my jacket
and fleas on my dog
Tomorrow we’re butchering
the holiday hog
Ohhh, he’s a babylonian whore
Gotta pick it up, pick it up and get off the floor
You’re so mysterious
Baby, I would know
I’m going to the country
don’t you wish you could go?
I wish I could say more
Gotta pick it up, pick it up and get off the floor
E F
I’m a poet that’s what’s interesting about me
I ain’t got no numbers to crunch
I’m a poet that’s what’s interesting about me
I ain’t got no numbers to crunch
You can take your Jersey dimes
and sell them to New York
Unclean animals
are made out of pork
You can’t buy love at the store
Gotta pick it up, pick it up, get it off the floor (Better dust it off)
Gotta pick it up, pick it up, get it off the floor
