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Well I was sittin' up in my crane Liftin' boulders in the rain Can't get promoted no matter what I do When the foreman, he comes 'round And he yells up from the ground He says "Hold that load up there for a minute or two, 'Cause I got to check some gear down here below, So whatever you do with them rocks, just don't let go" Just don't let go Just don't let gooooooooooo ... ... I'm sittin' behind his desk, drinkin' coffee It seems that he got hit by a rock or three They're puttin' my name on the door Where his name was before AAAAAAAWWW! Dirty ol' me! Say, Dirty ol' me Now my best friend had confessed That his life had been a mess Yeah, when he was young, he robbed the bank and then ran But now he lives an honest life And he's got a lovely wife But still it hurts to be a wanted man But he said "Nobody knows about it but my friends and kin, And I know none of them would ever turn me in" SongtexteThey'd never turn me in They'd never turn me innnnnnnnnnnn ... ... I'm slouchin' on his couch, drinkin' his whiskey Well it seems somebody called the police on he And between the hugs and kisses That I'm gettin' from his Mrs. I think, AAAAAAAWWW! Dirty ol' me! Dirty ol' me! And then of course it follows I found a suitcase full of dollars About fifteen thousand of 'em, more or less And inside, there was a note That some poor old lady wrote Givin' me her name and her address And it said, "If lost, finder, please return without hesitation, 'Cause I've been savin' this money for fifteen years Strippin' and sufferin' and takin' in washin', Scrubbin' floors, and sellin' flowers in the snow, And now I need it for a serious operation" A serious operation A serious operationnnnnnnnn ... ... I'm layin' on the beach in Acapulco Got enough money to last till I'm ninety three And I'm eatin' enchilidas Served by lovely seeá±oritas Thinkin', AAAAAAAWWW! Dirty ol' me! I'm thinkin' Dirty ol' me! Yeah, I can't face myself ... aww ... Y'know, but, when you really think about it, I mean ... that foreman ... I mean ... He had compensation, and ... prob'ly could use the rest And y'know ... my friend 'll prob'ly feel a lot better When he pays his debt to society and won't have that pressure on him Yknow, and that old lady? Y'know ... if there was such an old lady It prob'ly was a false note anyway, but if there was, she ... She can get MediCare, they've got ... I mean, I'm not tryin' to make excuses or nothin', y'know, I mean ... I mean, I can't stand to look at myself sometimes, I mean ... I-I feel the guilt Honey, pass me some more of that tequila I 'm just tryin' to forget! Dirty ol' me! Yeah, just move a little closer, yeah Some o' them frijoles, I LOOOVE frijoles, yeah, I want ... Yeah, I-I got the money right here, yeah ... Aus Songtexte Mania