Give me seven little somethings
I'll give you seven more
I've been holding all the buckshots, baby
I've done it all before
Want me to give you something
You're feeling tired
Oh, you're feeling tired
You're feeling tired
Oh you're feeling tired
I've got a stirring little baby
I've got a pocket full of ash
I've got a feeling I can't shake no more
A funny aching in my back
You want me to tell you something
Oh, you want my mind
You want my mind
You want my mind
You want my mind
You want my mind