I am the man with the golden arm
I got legs of steel and a platinum palm
I'm the b-b-b-b-baritone of the works
And needles and pins make me feel beserk
My life is rife with nobody's strife
'Cause it's my wife and it's my life
Don't look at my eyes, watch your possessions
'Cause I have to have cash to retain my position

(CHORUS):
Stop tryin' to tie me to the tracks
(Jack, jack, jack, jack me up)

(REFRAIN):
There are certain things that I try not to do
Like hangin' 'round the bathroom turnin' blue
I've shaken hands with saint vitus
'Cause I got the mellow yellow of hepatitis
I'm the mellow man with the malady
I make all of my deliveries C.O.D.
I don't have to try to play to win
'Cause I got a little thing called heroin

(CHORUS)

I'm the d-destroyer not an el lawyer
Down the rapids and through the ravine
In the sewer tonight, wrap your body up tight
While I answer your every bad dream
And if you think that's nothin', go to EF Hutton
Everybody'll hear what you said
But if you take my advice and shut it up twice
And find yourself another bed
Well I'm t-t-tellin' ya not short-sellin' ya
Shake ma hand and kissa ma boot
And if you feel inferior, go to Algeria
And buy a white flannel suit
My prognosis is your neurosis
New roses for me and mine
And if you feel real ill and you can't sit still
Lock the doors 'til the wintertime

(CHORUS)

Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me

Yeah

(Repeat 1st verse)

(CHORUS)

(REFRAIN)

(CHORUS)

Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop tryin' to tie me
Stop

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMES GEORGE THIRLWELL, MOSIMANN