Lyrics:

1968
Performer Monkees
Title D.W. Washburn
Lyrictext

D.W. Washburn
I heard a sweet voice say
D.W. Washburn
This is your lucky day

A hot bowl of
Soup is waiting
A hot bowl of
Soup and a shave
D.W. Washburn
We picked you to save

Can't you hear the flugle horn
Can't you hear the bell
Even you can be reborn
You naughty ne'r-do-well

If you don't get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain
D.W. Washburn, you're gonna
Wash right down the drain

Up, up, come on, get up
Get up off your street
If you can only make it
From your hands and knees
I know you can make it
To your feet, woo

D.W. Washburn
I said to myself.
D.W. Washburn, why don't
You go save somebody else

Well, I got no job to go to
I don't work and
I don't get paid
I got a bottle of wine
I'm feeling fine
And I believe I got it made

I'd like to thank
All you good people
For coming to my aid
But I'm D. W. Washburn and
I do believe I got it made

D.W. Washburn
I do believe I got it made
D.W. Washburn
I do believe I got it made