Credit

Get your hand out of my pocket You're not my Uncle Sam Have we been introduced? Do you even know who I am? I just came here for some credit I want some credit I just came here for some credit I want some credit Why don't you leave me out of this Do you even know who you are? Hey, is this a game of hit and miss? Is that a birthmark or a scar? Give me a little bit of credit Give me some credit Just a little bit of credit Give me some credit I know I'll never reach the sun But I'm not giving up Til I hit on everyone Four sets a night, six days a week I never saved a lousy dime Now my guitar it gently weeps Out of tune and out of time Just last week a little card came in the mail It was gold and thin as Kate Moss I took a little trip to Paris for the weekend That's when they up and cut me off I said why, they said you got no credit You're all out of credit Where can I get a little more credit Chop out some credit I know things are gonna change But I can't say bad or good First they build you up Then they chop you down like wood All for a little bit of credit Give me some credit Where can I get a little more credit I want some credit After all is said and done I'm gonna pay up before I run