Not Fit

I’m not fit
To be in the company of women.
I drink a bit,
I smell like the jungles of India
I curse and I spit,
I know I’m gonna be mean to ya
I’m not fit,
To even be anywhere near ya
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down, down on me
Don’t be down on me
I had a gal,
I left her on Strawberry Hill
I should’ve stuck around,
And helped her pay the electric bill
I left her lights
Burning all night long down there
And it ain’t right if you ain’t gonna pay your share
Now,
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down, down on me
Don’t be down on me
I’ve had my fortunes told,
I’ve had my time unrolled,
And I don’t want to die alone
So, take me home, take me home,
Take me home… tonight
I’m no good,
at asking please or saying thank you
I’ll lick your knife,
and butter your toast with a rusty spoon
I’ll talk all night and
I won’t even tell you how pretty you are
I’m impolite, I’ll drink you up in a dirty jar
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down on me
Don’t be down, down on me
Don’t be down on me