文本歌词

I'm Going Mad for a Pad - Anita O'Day
Been knockin' on doors from mornin' till night
No rooms for rent prospects ain't bright
I'm goin' mad for a pad
Ain't there no room to be had
Why must my feet
Have to creep through the street
Till they're beat
Till they're bound with defeat
I'm goin' mad for a pad
Ain't there no bed to be had
Don't need no towel
Need no bath
And the paint can be ape
I won't fall in a faint
Unless I can express
On a home cooked meal or three
I guess I'm in a mess
Even the city jail
Says 'Grand frail frail '
I'm goin' mad for a pad
Ain't there no barns to be had
I'm on a diet of walkin' on and on
Gotta work for a livin'
I'm a worn out walkathon
I'm goin' mad for a pad
Ain't there no barns to be had
I'm on a diet of walking on and on
Gotta work for a livin'
I'm a worn out walkathon
I'm goin' mad
I'm goin' nuts
I'm goin' balls
I'm goin' nuts balls
I'm goin' mad girls
I'm goin' mad for a walkathon