Bumblin'
Man
(instrumental intro)
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man.
Tryin' to make a killin' and doin' the best I can.
So in the next election, I hope you'll understan'
That I was born a bumblin' man.
My father's a patrician from Connecticut
A preppie kind of right Republican.
And I was born in the back seat of a black limousine
An a motorcade there on Route 1.
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man.
Tryin' to make a killin' and doin' the best I can.
So in the next election, I hope you'll understan'
That I was born a bumblin' man.
(instrumental break)
I'm on my way to Washington this mornin'.
I'm leaving from that good old Camp David.
They're always havin' a good time on the Potomac, y'all.
Pay no attention to screwups that I did.
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man.
Tryin' to make a killin' and doin' the best I can.
So in the next election, I hope you'll understan'
That I was born a bumblin' man.
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man...
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man...
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man...
Lord, I was born a bumblin' man...
(instrumental ending and fadeout)
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