Junk man, junk man Moochin' round Harlem town When all the lights are dim Junk man, junk man Moochin' round Harlem town I've got a job for him
I'm gonna give that junk man my broken heart The broken heart I got from you I'm gonna give that junk man my broken heart For a loaded thirty-two I'm gonna give that junk man my old glad rags I'm gonna wear a gown of black You better pack your trunk, man, and pack your bags 'Cause I'm headin' on your track
Now I ain't braggin', no, no! And you can't throw me down I'm gonna fix your wagon, yeah, man So you can't go to town! I'm gonna do you right, 'cause you done me wrong I'm gonna do you black and blue And then I'll tell that junk man to come along And pick up what's left of you!
Now I ain't braggin', no, no! And you can't throw me down I'm gonna fix your wagon, yeah, man So you can't go to town! I'm gonna do you right, 'cause you done me wrong I'm gonna do you black and blue And then I'll tell that junk man to come along And pick up what's left of you!
I'm gonna tell that junk man I'm gonna tell that junk man I'm gonna tell that junk man Pick up what's left of you
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