Lyrics > Jon Spencer & The HITmakers – Junk Man

Writers: Jon Spencer
Published: Patricia Ann Music, BMI
From: Spencer Gets It Lit [Clear] (LP, UK)
Transcribed: Pop Catastrophe
Notes: Text in RED is missing but there may be other errors in the transcription.

Come on

I see you stalk around town, baby, walking tall
It’s all [unknown] because you can’t cash the check

Go on Sam
Baby, we got to talk about it
Grab a chick in Hollywood Hills
None of that shit’s gonna to save your stupid neck

Be careful, you better watch where you step
You talk about gold but you selling trash
You’re just a junk man

Limousine and caviar
Jordache jeans and a pretty little face

Shut down, 2001
I know you’re getting wise and making plans
Got a rocketship going way out into space

Better get back down to earth
And represent
You talk about hurt but you deal misery

You’re just a junk man

Think you some kind of tough mean man machine
Think you’re oh so hot
Sexy coffee bean

Look out before the lights go out

Big mouth in an orange jump suit
Prettiest darn thing that I ever seen

Too much
That’s right, you done crossed the line

You talk about great but you’re pushing hate
You’re just a junk man

That’s right, that’s what I’m talking about, you’re trash
Garbage time
You’re just a junk man