Album: Hard Times Hungrys [RCA Victor]
(Shel Silverstein)
Warm and free, warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free, warm and free
You never know how low you can be.
Till you go into an an all-night cafe
Grab somebody's dirty old cup
Walk right up to the hot water boiler
And fill that sucker up.
Then you add some ketchup, salt and tabasco
Sure smells good to me
Then sloopity-slop you suck it up
It's warm and it's free.
Oh warm and free, warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free, warm and free
You never know how low you can be.
Till you sneak into a party on the Saturday night
And say hey I'm a friend of Stan's
And you ease into the kitchen open up the fridge
And gobble up everything you can.
Then you crawl into the bed neath the big pile o' coats
And try to get yourself some sleep
This life ain't swell but what the hell
You're warm and you're free.
Oh warm and free, warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free, warm and free
You never know how low you can be.
Till you go into the bar and meet a middle aged lady
Let her buy you a drink or two
You look into her eyes till she says
I've got a son bout the very same age as you.
Then you say you remind me of my very own mama
As her hand slips to your knee
She ain't Raquel but what the hell
Ut's warm and it's free.
Oh, warm and free, warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free, warm and free
You never know how low you can be...