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Dirty Ol' Me Lyrics - Singles - Shel Silverstein

Well I was sittin' up in my crane liftin' boulders in the rain 

Can't get promoted no matter what I do 

And when the foreman he comes around and he yells up from the ground 

He says hold that load up there for a minute or two 

Cause I got to check some gear down here below 

So whatever you do with them rocks, just don't let go 

Just don't let go, just don't let goooo 

Sittin' by his desk 'n' drinkin' coffee it seems that he got hit by a rock or three 

They're puttin' my name on the door, where his name was before 

Oh dirty ol' me say dirty ol' me 

 

Now my best friend confessed that his life had been a mess 

Yeah when he was young he robbed the bank and then ran 

But now he lives an honest life and he's got a lovely wife 

But still it hurts to be a wanted man 

But he said nobody knows about it but my friends and kin 

And I know a none of them would ever turn me in 

They'd never turn me in they'd never turn me in 

I'm slouchin' on his couch drinkin' his whiskey 

Well it seems somebody called the police on he 

And between the hugs and kisses that I'm gettin' from his Mrs 

I think oh dirty ol' me dirty ol' me 

 

And then of course it follows I found a suitcase full of dollars 

About fifteen thousand of 'em more or less 

And inside there was a note that some poor old lady wrote 

Givin' me her name and her address 

And it said if lost finder please return without hesitation 

Cause I've been savin' this money for fifteen years 

Strippin' and sufferin' and takin' in washin' 

Scrubbin' floors and sellin' flowers in the snow 

And now I need it for a serious operation a serious operation a serious operation 

Now I'm layin' on the beach in Acapulco got enough money to last till I'm ninety-three 

And I'm eatin' enchilidas served by lovely senioritas 

Thinkin' oh dirty ol' me thinkin' dirty ol' me 

 

(Yeah I can't face myself aw y'know but when you really think about it 

I mean that foreman I mean he had compensation and prob'ly could use the rest 

And y'know my friend'll prob'ly feel a lot better 

When he pays his debt to society and won't have that pressure on him 

Y'know and that old lady y'know if there was such an old lady 

It prob'ly was a false note anyway 

Are you remember?


Hunger

Artist: Janis Ian