Not Fit - Tea Leaf Green

I’m not fit

To be in the company of women.

I drink a bit,

I smell like the jungles of India

I curse and I spit,

I know I’m gonna be mean to ya

I’m not fit,

To even be anywhere near ya

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down, down on me

Don’t be down on me

I had a gal,

I left her on Strawberry Hill

I should’ve stuck around,

And helped her pay the electric bill

I left her lights

Burning all night long down there

And it ain’t right if you ain’t gonna pay your share

Now,

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down, down on me

Don’t be down on me

I’ve had my fortunes told,

I’ve had my time unrolled,

And I don’t want to die alone

So, take me home, take me home,

Take me home… tonight

I’m no good,

at asking please or saying thank you

I’ll lick your knife,

and butter your toast with a rusty spoon

I’ll talk all night and

I won’t even tell you how pretty you are

I’m impolite, I’ll drink you up in a dirty jar

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down on me

Don’t be down, down on me

Don’t be down on me