Beg, Borrow & Steal

You threw me out

the night before last

and now you want me back

in your arms again

you think i'm a fool,

you treat me like dirt,

you pull the string and

hope i will be your friend

but i know what's

on your mind,

and i'd rather be

out in the street,

without a dime

And i'd rather beg, borrow and steal,

i'd rather beg borrow and steal,

i'd rather beg, borrow and steal,

than go back to you, go back to you,

than go back to you, go back to you,

than go back to you, go back to you...

How long 'dja think

i'd hang around

pretending not to see

the tricks you pulled on me

there's only so much

a man can take before

his life turns

into a tragedy

so i'm gettin' out now

while i can,

cause i don't want to crawl

i want to walk out like a man...

And i'd rather beg, borrow and steal,

i'd rather beg borrow and steal,

i'd rather beg, borrow and steal,

than go back to you, go back to you,

than go back to you, go back to you,

than go back to you, go back to you...

I'd rather beg, borrow and steal,

i'd rather beg, borrow and steal