“Call Around”

I’ve got a two dollar bill and some change in my jeans.
I just need a cig.
This store I know sells in singles to go.
Out front is my only gig.
My cardboard sign blew away with time.
I’ll find me another prop.
The permanent spotty’s on my body.
Are tattoos never forgot.
Oh let me tell you:

A Nickel to Me’s a Cold Forty.
For a Dime I’d Break the Law.
A Quarter Will Last One Day or Two.
A Fifty-Cent’er Curbs Withdraw.
A Benjamin Should Roll Up Nicely.
Five Large We’ll Gain In Pounds.
A Cold Grand Out Smarts the Pharmacy.
Two Thou Buys the Entire Town.
But a Nickel to Me Is Sound.
Call Around. Call Around.

I’ve got two stiff pies saved up from last night.
But I’m hungry for a little duck.
The grocery guy cooks swine bovine.
Out the back of his dirty duck truck.
His sign light blinks but it’s on the brink.
Thank God, I know he’s there.
‘Cuz my rumblin’ mood is starvin’ food.
Bus stop I need fresh air.
Here we go again:

A Nickel to Me’s a Cold Forty.
For a Dime I’d Break the Law.
A Quarter Will Last One Day or Two.
A Fifty-Cent’er Curbs Withdraw.
A Benjamin Should Roll Up Nicely.
Five Large We’ll Gain In Pounds.
A Cold Grand Out Smarts the Pharmacy.
Two Thou Buys the Entire Town.
But a Nickel to Me Is Sound.
Call Around. Call Around.

I try to ignore but I can’t take anymore.
This happens every month.
The food gets gored in the fridgradoor.
Not even a slab for my lunch.
The huge sign I seen that God showed me.
Was written in coded-words.
We better translate or hell, needin’ God’s granted bail.
Don’t wanna be stuck here on earth.
Lord forgive us:

A Nickel to Me’s a Cold Forty.
For a Dime I’d Break the Law.
A Quarter Will Last One Day or Two.
A Fifty-Cent’er Curbs Withdraw.
A Benjamin Should Roll Up Nicely.
Five Large We’ll Gain In Pounds.
A Cold Grand Out Smarts the Pharmacy.
Two Thou Buys the Entire Town.
But a Nickel to Me Is Sound.
Call Around. Call Around.
But a Nickel to Me Is Sound.
Call Around.

Music and Lyrics, June 21st, 12:05pm, 2024:
Peter J. Beauchemin