Escrita por Young, Young, Scott

I know that it’s evil
I know that it’s got to be
Know I ain’t doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoestring
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock ‘n’ roll welfare

 

Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Susy baby get on in
Tell me where you wanna go
I’m living in a nightmare
She’s looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can’t afford the gasoline

 

I got holes in my shoes
And I’m way overdue
Down payment blues

 

Get myself a steady job
Some responsibility
Can’t even feed my cat
On social security
Hiding from the rent man
Oh it makes me wanna cry
Sheriff knocking on my door
Ain’t it funny how the time flies

 

Sitting on my sailing boat
Sipping on my champagne
Susy baby all at sea
Say she wanna come again
Feeling like a paper cup
Floating down a storm drain
Got myself a sailing boat
But I can’t afford a drop of rain

 

I got holes in my shoes
And I’m way overdue
Down payment blues

 

Down payment blues
Down payment blues
Down payment blues

 

I got holes in my shoes
And I’m way overdue
I got the down payment blues