Left me broke 'n' busted

Without one thin dime

Wound up in the poorhouse

Via chasin your behind

I must have been a blind man

But now I can see

I finally broke the spell

You had hangin' over me

Now I'm fine

I'm really feelin' fine

Got to get myself together

And move it on down the line

Got gucci bags from Sak's Fifth Ave.

Gowns by Gaultier

Even hired a little french boy

To parlez vous your France

Took him to the riviera

Goin' topless without shame

Droppin' lotsa pills

And several well placed names

But not mine

No you won't be droppin' mine

See I'm gettin myself together

And movin' on down the line

Charge accounts and champagne bottles

Both you love to drain

Buyin Italian shoes and Bolivian cocaine

I read about your sexploits

In a scandal magazine

Saw your picture with some playboy

And a Dutchess in her teens

Ain't that a crime

I did my time

Me I got myself together

And I'm movin' on down the line

Me I got myself together

And I'm movin' on down the line