Blame It On a Few

hey mister spare me a dollar
 i'll trade you for one of my tunes
 i sing about women and wine
 so real you can smell her perfume
 doesn't that sound like a deal
 it's cold out here
 man, it's cold can't you feel
 weekends and sunny weather
 the boys keep wetting my tongue
 some days i stay here all day long
 keep singing at the top of my lungs
 oh no don't leave quite yet
 this time i swear i won't forget the words
 oh yeah, sure i had dreams
 doesn't everyone. i didn't
 hitchhike from god knows
 where to end up like a no good,
 too drunk, son of a gun.
 don't blame it on me
 don't blame it on you
 let's blame it on a few
 sweet annie put on too much make-up
 she put lipstick all over her face
 she yells, "frankie play me a happy song
 and starts dancin' all over the place
 she grabs a hold of a man from maine
 she moves so well she's natural and drunk
 nobody blows a horn like willy
 he plays so pretty on gloom
 but old willy's head full of voices
 so i think we're gonna lose him real soon
 now ain't that a shame, a talent like that
 i'll be damned he's back in nam again
 don't blame it on me
 don't blame it on you
 let's blame it on a few
 hey wait a minute mister
 i still got a thing to tell
 hey please pass me that bottle over there
 excuse me i'm not feeling well
 summer's here sure i know,
 but i'm still cold, damn it's
 cold out here
 don't blame it on me
 don't blame it on you
 let's blame it on a few
 let's blame it on me
 let's blame it on you
 let's blame it on a few