I need confirmation of my duties Help me get my poor life back in line If I tell you what the hell I'm up to Maybe you can tell what's on my mind 'Cause I don't pick no cotton And I never pick my nose I couldn't pick a pocket In a pile of dirty clothes But I pick 'em, I choose 'em I pick the locks that they use to keep me in I pick 'em up, I put 'em down That's how I get around, but it's wearin' thin I pick 'em up, I put 'em down That's how I get around, but it's wearin' thin I don't drive no bargains I never drive a car Couldn't drive a wagon If you hitched it to a star But I'll drive you crazy Make you wonder who you are Drive nails in your coffin But I don't often let it get that far Drive nails in your coffin But I don't often let it get that far Help me get these pieces back together Make it so the seams don't seem to show I had it patched with bits of glue and leather How it fell apart I'll never know 'Cause I don't look for trouble But it finds me all the same If you hear me shout, just lookout 'Cause it's callin' me by name It's lookin' still, it always will If looks could kill I'd be six feet under ground And I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down You know I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down You know I never was good lookin' But now I'm too old to let that get me down