Junk Man (from Perfectly Frank)

Junkman, junkman

Moochin' 'round Harlem town

When all the lights are dim

Junkman, junkman

Moochin' 'round Harlem town

I've got a job for him

I'm gonna give that junkman my broken heart

The broken heart I got from you

I'm gonna give that junkman my broken heart

For a loaded .32

I'm gonna give that junkman 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 gettin' on your track

Now, I ain't braggin', no, no

But you can shoot 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 junkman to come along

And pick up what's left of you

I'm gonna give that junkman my old glad rags

I'm gonna wear a gown of black

Ooh, you better pack your trunk, man

'Cause I'm gettin' on your track

Now, I ain't braggin', no

But you can shoot 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 so wrong

I'm gonna do you black and blue

And then I'll tell that junkman to come along

And pick up what's left of

That old junkman

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