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First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed
Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, take a bunch of dimes
Drop them near the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to the priest, said I knew God was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said Son dont give me that jive
I reached into my pocket, pulled out a .45
Said Priest I got your number, and this here aint no jive
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see the man at the center of the town
Said Hey there Mister Leader, youre looking at a clown
I dont engage in nothing except hangin around
Im living high, Im living low, Im just screaming the sound
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then I came to see myself, I got a nervous quirk
Behind a gun I lurk, he looks to me berserk
He pushes (?) at his time, hes running down a line
Face all dripping down, carrying a sign
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
And now youre independent, brush your teeth three times a day
Remember how I told you, remember how I say
That youve seen a hundred persons, and youve called me down today
Just to hear how lovely it sounds to hear me say
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work