The Riverboat Gamblers - Cut-Cut-Cut-Cut lyrics

Gotta find a razor that will cut me to size, Little bitty slices slicing my insides. Heart's palpitating and it's pumping quick. Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut. If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck. Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what." Cut, cut, cut, cut Gimme restitution, gimme something for sores. Kick the television, it won't bother no more. Sick of all your questions, always, "What? What? What?" Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut. If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck. Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what." Cut, cut, cut, cut Well I better start tryin' 'cause I'm improvising, Trying to find a way back home. Well I better walking, 'cause the clock's tick-tocking And the cop's giving me the eye. Give 'em half an hour and they're gonna want more. Getting kicked around so much it's making me sore. Do it, what I say, because I know what I know. Stand on my case 'cause it's open and shut. If not for bad, wouldn't have no luck. Like Stan Rose said, "I tell you what." Cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, cut, cut, cut Cut, cut, cut, cut