Il testo della Message to the clerk

First i came to see the doctor, told him i was unemployed
Asked me what i did for money, told him i was overjoyed
To reach into the basket, take a bunch of dimes
Drop them near the paper riddled with my rhymes
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then i came to the priest, said i knew god was alive
He looked at me quite solemn, said "son don't give me that jive"
I reached into my pocket, pulled out a .45
Said "priest i got your number, and this here ain't no jive"
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then i came to see the man at the center of the town
Said "hey there mister leader, you're looking at a clown
I don't engage in nothing except hangin' around
I'm living high, i'm living low, i'm just screaming the sound"
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
Then i came to see myself, i got a nervous quirk
Behind a gun i lurk, he looks to me berserk
He pushes (?) at his time, he's running down a line
Face all dripping down, carrying a sign
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work
And now you're independent, brush your teeth three times a day
Remember how i told you, remember how i say
That you've seen a hundred persons, and you've called me down today
Just to hear how lovely it sounds to hear me say
Take a message to the clerk, tell him not to work