D. W. WashburnMonkeesD 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 fleugal horn?Can't you hear the bell?Even you can be reborn,you naughty neer-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! C'mon get up! Get up off the street,If you can only make it to your hands and kneesI know you can make it to your feet, oh yeah.D W Washburn, I said to myself.D W Washburn, why don't they go save somebody else?You see, I got no job to go to.I don't work and I don't get paid.I got a bottle of wine and I'm feeling fine-And I do believe I've got it made.I'd like to thanks all you good peoplefor coming to my aid.But I'm D. W. Washburn and I believe I've got it made.
