Solid Gold SOB

I ain't so bad as to be called evil,
And you ain't so good as to judge,
Plenty got left all alone by the roadside,
And some of 'em bear me a grudge,
I ain't selling no story,
I ain't making no pitch,
I'm just a down-home, to-the-bone,
Solid gold son-of-a-b**ch.

I would't know about you,
Uh-uh,
I would't know about you.

I ain't so dumb as to be called stupid,
And you're not as smart as you think,
There's a man in the doorway calling your name,
I think you might be needing drink,
I did a lot of scratching,
Before I found that itch,
I'm just a bona-fide, cut 'n' dried,
Solid gold son-of-a-b**ch.

I would't know about you,
Uh-uh,
I would't know about you.

I ain't so old as to be called boomer,
And you're 'bout as green as they come,
Maybe you think you were born into wisdom,
You might need to walk it back some,
And don't assume you can best me,
Don't ever flick that switch,
'Cause I'm a stone-cold, card-holding,
Solid gold son-of-a-b**ch.

I would't know about you,
Uh-uh,
I would't know about you.

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