WHAT MORE CAN I DO?
(tune: WHEN WILL I BE LOVED, by the EVERELY Bros., )

I been outscored, I been trap doored
What more can I do?
I been folklored, I been Peace Cored
What more can I do?

When I see a new road I haven’t traveled down
I try to look the other way and then I settle down

I been chided, been misguided
What more can I do?
Been derided, feelin’ lopsided
What more can I do?

When I see a bully, pushin’ folks aside
I always check the angles out and keep to his blind side

I’m decaying, I keep overpaying
What more can I do?
I’m always praying, It’s real dismaying
What more can I do?

Ever’time the phone rings I pick it up and say
Thanks fer callin’, he’s not here, now have a real nice day

I’m a gagman I’m a bagman
What more can I do?
I’m a flagman, a raggy-tagman
What more can I do?

When hard times overtook you, they also done took me
My sweetie up and she runned oft with a geek from Tennessee

I rode the ca boose, been to the calaboose
What more can I do?
Been called a recluse, been told to vamoose
What more can I do?

Can I find a place to flop? I bummed most ever’where
Plumb wore out m’ walkin shoes, and all my underwear

I’m often unpaid, I’m always dismayed
What more can I do?
I’m seldom toupee’d, still I get oi vayed
What more can I do?

Who was that awhile ago, some dude I sure don’t know
Wearin’ m’ boxback overcoat
N'slammin’ my back do’?

I’m over nicotined, I’m over vaselined
What more can I do?
I’m being tambourined, I’m getting’ Dairy Queened
What more can I do?

Mama, what’s this goin’ on, tellin’ me we’re through?
Remember all the times we had, out on Point Mugu?

I’m here a frettin’, I’m really sweatin’
What more can I do?
I’m a bettin’, I should be gettin’
What more can I do?

When will the good times roll, my sunny side of life?
Pickin’ banjo on the porch with another feller’s wife?

Nothin’ is easy, I’m feelin’ real queasy
What more can I do?
Folks here is cheesy, theyre lookin’ sleezy
What more can I do?

I just met a pie man, goin' to the fair
He wouldn’t give me any pie, It’s more than I can bear

I been real poor, I’ve been real sore,
What more can I do?
I’ve been hard core, I been next door
What more can I do? But ‘least I ain’t like you,