On a Tip Lyrics

You would never
Do me in and act like
Like you're doing me a favor
But could it be in all the papers You wear me out
That you leave in places Too much time spent trying to repair...(every good
Worse than floors of gerbil cages player?)...that judges us once a week
To be on
On a tip
That you call in to be on ....rising sun
Your bad toast is almost home Your bad trip
......clothes or so you boast Your bad self
That's not to say that you don't have Your badness has slipped a disk
Time to do your time everyday You wear me out Too much time spent
Keep it on Keep on
On a tip Getting it done
That call in to be on Until the rising sun