The Sum Of Marcie’s Blues

Lyrics

Marcie, there's no sugar, go and pawn your mother's ring Marcie, there's no sugar, go and pawn your mother's ring Well, I bet that old pawn broker Sure gets tired of seeing that old thing Marcie, we need sweet milk, go and charm that grocer man Marcie, we need sweet milk, go and charm that grocer man Give him your Sunday smile, baby Say you'll pay him when you can Well, if we had some place to run to, I do believe we'd run away If we had some place to run to, Marcie girl, we'd run away But we're stuck out in the rat race And damned old rats are gaining every day Marcie, not a sound now, I hear the landlord at the door Marcie, not a sound now, I hear the landlord at the door Well, he's tired of prose and promises, he won't listen anymore Well, if I knew some place to run to, I do believe I'd run away If I knew some place to run to, I do believe I'd run away But we're stuck here in the rat race And the damned old rats are gaining every day