Taking Care Of No Business (Olympic Studios, London, UK, May 4,1967)

Get out you bum, we don't want your kind in here anymore!
 Laying in the alleyway
 Maybe some rich fool will come my way
 And throw me a dime
 Tthat's all I need to give me more wine
 All I got is to my name
 Is a beat up guitar with three broken strings
 And I sure know I'm just ain't taking care of no business
 Lookie here
 Hey kitty cat! Where you going?
 This part of the alley is my home
 Walking all over outside my wall
 Boy you sure got a whole lotta dogs
 I had a sandwich in a paper bag
 But a rat stole it, ain't that some drag?
 Lord, I know, I know I sure ain't taking care of no business
 Play the horn
 Now try to give me a job
 Feeding chickens and washing down hogs
 But that meant standing up all the time
 And standing up to me is just like dying
 I'm so lazy that I, I could cry
 But tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes
 Lord, lord, lord, lord, I'm so messed up, can't even take care of no business
 Play it one more time
 Yeah!
 Oh, woe is me
 I sure wish I had me a sandwich
 Anything
 I'm so broke I can't even pay attention
 Uh, I'm so poor I couldn't even give you the time