From the recording Ice Man Blues
Written by Christopher "Preacher Boy" Watkins
℗ PreachSongsMusic/Kobalt Music/BMI
© Coast Road Records
Lyrics
I ain’t no white collar, ain’t no white collar’s son
But I can do a little launderin’, ‘til that white collar comes
Til that white collar comes
I ain’t no politician, ain’t no politician’s son
But you can grease my palm anytime I got to run
I got to run
Your signature on every dollar
Rolled up in your son’s nose
Taking lines off of the bible that you swore to
Oh, he’s a crook, he’s a crook,
And you’re a crook
Like your father before you
Ain’t no insurance man, no insurance man’s son
But I can keep on denyin’ ‘til there’s a lien on everyone
Lien on everyone
You know I ain’t no cop, ain’t no cop man’s son
But I’ll keep my knee upon your neck ‘til the cop man comes
Til the cop man comes
Your signature on every dollar
Rolled up in your son’s nose
Taking lines off of the bible that you swore to
Oh, he’s a crook, he’s a crook,
And you’re a crook
Like your father before you
I ain’t no ice man, ain’t no ice man’s son
But I’ll get the coolin’ board ready ‘til the ice man comes
Til the ice man comes
I ain’t no ice man, ain’t no ice man’s son
But I’ll get the coolin’ board ready ‘til the ice man comes
Til the ice man comes