Music and Lyrics by Alastair Moock ©2007 Moockshake Music
I got to get myself up and out of this seat
I got to chop me something to burn
The night is closing in there ain’t no time to relax
Come on baby swing that axe
Bill collector says you owe me money this week
Landlord says you’re late with the rent
Taxman says you got to pay me that tax
Come on baby swing that axe
I go out last night to try to win a few bucks
I catch a pair of kings over queens
The guy next to me turns two pair of jacks
Come on baby swing that axe
I’m just walking round looking for some kind of luck
It’s a black cat crossing again
Every time I look in a mirror it cracks
Come on baby swing that axe
My mother says you got to make some choices my son
You got to find something better to do
You’re broke because folk doesn’t pay that’s the facts
Come on baby swing that axe
My baby says you got to get some dough or we’re done
I can’t keep carrying you
You tried but you’re tired and the world’s full of hacks
Come on baby swing that axe
But I don’t care what anyone says
I know my ship is coming in soon
And they’ll be bringing me cash in great big stacks
Come on baby swing that axe
I’m gonna swing that thing to the front of the room
I’m gonna swing that thing to the back
I’m gonna swing that thing ’til I drown out the sax
Come on baby swing that axe