I know that it's evil  I know that it's got to be  I know I ain't doing much  Doing nothing means a lot to me  Living on a shoe string  A fifty cent millionaire  Open to charity  Rock 'n' roller welfare  Sitting in my Cadillac  Listening to my radio  Suzy baby get on in  Tell me where she want to go  I'm living in a nightmare  She's looking like a wet dream  I got myself a Cadillac  But I can't afford the gasoline  CHORUS:  I've got holes in my shoes  And I'm way overdue  Down payment blues  Get myself a steady job  Some responsibility  Can't even feed my cat  On social security  Hiding from the rent man  Oh it makes me want to cry  Sheriff knocking on my door  Ain't it funny how the time flies  Sitting on my sailing boat  Sipping off my champaign  Suzy baby all at sea [Suzy baby you're obscene]  Say she want to come again  Feeling like a paper cup  [Floating | Blowing] down a storm drain  Got myself a sailing boat  But I can't afford the gasoline [...afford a drop of rain]  But I can't afford to gather way [gather way - navigation - To attain headway. ]    CHORUS