I see you all over the streets these days like garbage they forgot to pick up
Your life's story's written on a cardboard box, man I know you got it rough
It's not my fault you're early retired
I wouldn't piss on you if your were on fire
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses
Tell them all they can kiss my ass
I don't care how hungry you are, I'll make you eat the squeegee, get away from my car
My cat should shit on a cushion of feathers while you enjoy the New York weather
Without a roof above your head, noone's gonna miss you when you're dead
Don't ask me for 45 cents
That can't buy a squeak from David Wilentz
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
The Shemps - Don't Come Beggin' Lyrics
The Shemps - Don't Come Beggin' Lyrics
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I see you all over the streets these days like garbage they forgot to pick up
Your life's story's written on a cardboard box, man I know you got it rough
It's not my fault you're early retired
I wouldn't piss on you if your were on fire
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses
Tell them all they can kiss my ass
I don't care how hungry you are, I'll make you eat the squeegee, get away from my car
My cat should shit on a cushion of feathers while you enjoy the New York weather
Without a roof above your head, noone's gonna miss you when you're dead
Don't ask me for 45 cents
That can't buy a squeak from David Wilentz
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
Your life's story's written on a cardboard box, man I know you got it rough
It's not my fault you're early retired
I wouldn't piss on you if your were on fire
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
Give me your poor, your tired, your huddled masses
Tell them all they can kiss my ass
I don't care how hungry you are, I'll make you eat the squeegee, get away from my car
My cat should shit on a cushion of feathers while you enjoy the New York weather
Without a roof above your head, noone's gonna miss you when you're dead
Don't ask me for 45 cents
That can't buy a squeak from David Wilentz
Don't come beggin' to me
Your whole life is wrecked and you've got no self-respect left
Writer: Arthur Philie, Artie Philie, David Wilentz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Shemps
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Arthur Philie, Artie Philie, David Wilentz