Well they call me the junker‘

Cuz I’m loaded all the time

But I just feel happy

Yeah, I feel good all the time

Some people they say I use a needle

Others say I sniff cocaine

But just one hit off of reefer

Is all this Polish boy really needs

That’s why I say good-bye, good-bye to whiskey

And so long to gin

You know I just want that reefer

I just want to feel high again

Some people crave for chicken

Others crave for a porter house steak

But me, when I get loaded

All I want is my ice-cream and cake

That’s why I say good-bye, good-bye to whiskey

And so long to gin

You know I just want that reefer

I just want to feel high again

I’ve been all across the country
And I’ve stayed in every town
Because I’m trying to find my baby
But no one has seen her around
And you know which way I’m headed
If my baby can’t be found
I spoke to the river
And the river spoke back to me
it said boy you look so lonely
You look full of misery
And if you can’t find your baby
Come and make your home with me
Well, I don’t want to leave her
Because I know she’s still alive
And someday I’m going to find her
And I’ll take her for a ride
And we’ll live our lives forever
In our home among the tide

Oh when my time has come
Oh when my race is run
Oh when my sun is sinkin’ low

Well I’ll be sad to go
But I’ve lived long enough to know
That I don’t want no one to cry for me

Oh when they carry me out
Oh when they lay me down
Oh when they burry me ‘neath the ground

I want my people in the street
Doin’ that second line beat
And I don’t want no one to cry for me

Cry baby, cry the whole night through
Cry baby, cry the whole night through
I’ll be right beside you cryin, because I’ve got my troubles too

Oh baby you don’t understand
Oh baby you don’t understand
I don’t just wanna be your boy,  I really wanna be your man

I wanna go home

Back where I belong

I’m goin’ back

Back to the chicken shack

I wanna go home

Back where I belong

I’m goin’ back

Back to the chicken shack

I wanna go home

Back where I belong

I’m goin’ back

Back to the chicken shack

Every time I turn my radio on

I hear this cute little song strutting right along

Giving out instructions how lovers should get it on

I must admit it’s a cute little song

But don’t the instructions lead you on

It says you oughta stand up in it

But if you really wanna know

The best way to get it is let her

Sit down on it

Ride it like a pony

Boy let up on it

Just as long as she wants it

Now my baby likes a pony ride

So I let her ride ’til she’s satisfied

Standing up in it might be cool

But you don’t wanna run out of juice til she gets through

So when she sits down on it

You play it cool

let her have her way till she gets through

Sit down on it

Ride it like a pony

Boy let up on it

Just as long as she wants it

Now my baby likes a pony ride

So I let her ride ’til she’s satisfied

Standing up in it might be cool

But you don’t wanna run out of juice til she gets through

So when she sits down on it

You play it cool

let her have her way till she gets through