Getting bombed out on booze

Got nothing to lose

Run out of money

Disposable blues

Sleazy hotels

Like living in hell

The girls on the hustle

With nothing to sell

Want something for nothing

It’s always the same

Keep pushing and shoving

And I’m down on the game

Always in trouble

Forever detained



Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

And good riddance to bad luck



Well spread out the news

There’s a free man loose

Back out of jail

And chasing some flueze

Padlocks and chains

Broken the chains

Lay down a claim

For monetary gains

Wonder what’s coming

Out for the take

Freedom for loving

And lust for the taste

Eyes are wide open

(wild? ) to the game



Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

And good riddance to bad luck