T-bone Billy just a singin' the blues
   Caught his lady with another manLit up a smoke and did some talkin'
   With the back of his hand
   She started shakin', started losing her mind
   But he was kicking back and playing it cool
   Signed her walkin' papers
   Took the 5:15 to Kalamazoo Sing for your supper,
   Nobody rides for free
   Eat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D. One, two baby what you do
   Three, four let me show you the door
   You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
   Five, six take your last licks
   Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
   You're better off dead than makin a mess of me
   Now Billy-boy's out havin' a ball playin' fiddle at the local bar
   Dark shades, cool kicks, he's Hollywood Blvd.
   Slick Daddy and his fat cigar sayin':"Sign upon the dotted line!"
   He shook his head and said:"All I need is that fiddle of mine!"
   Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for free
   Take your big time, I'll take care of me One, two baby what you do
   Three, four let me show you the door
   You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
   Five, six take your last licks
   Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
   You're better off dead than makin a mess of me When trouble came knockin'
   Billy kep-a-rockin' like this... Sing for your supper,Nobody rides for free
   Eat your heart out, I'll send it C.O.D. One, two baby what you do
   Three, four let me show you the door
   You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
   Five, six take your last licks
   Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
   You're better off dead than makin a mess of me One, two baby what you do
   Three, four let me show you the door
   You're better off dead than makin' a mess of me
   Five, six take your last licks (lick it)
   Seven, eight let me give it to you straight
   You're better off dead than makin a mess of me