Back To My Music Lyrics

Joe was a dishwasher in old Jackson City
Lenny was a cook in Santa Fe
Micky ran the numbers for a friend in Nevada
And I'm gettin' fatter every day
Might as well get back to my music, to my music
Might as well get back
Get back Ted

He played the big street for a while, yeah in New York
Frank will find a place for you to stay
Denny ran a topless joint in the City of the Angels
And I'm gettin' fatter every day

Might as well get back to my music, to my music
Might as well get back
Get back Cat,
get back John

Well, he's a genius
Everybody knows the BS
Artie's pushing egg-beaters and trays
Mike and Gary, Allen, Mark, they all think they're the heavies
But it's me who's fatter every day

Might as well get back to my music, to my music
Might as well get back
Get back Ted
Get back to my music, to my music
Might as well get back
Get back John!

Get back, get back to my music
Get back to my music, get back
Might as well get back
Get back Mike!

Get back, get back to my music
Get back to my music, get back
Might as well get back
Get back
Ah, ah, ah, ah