Harry Chapin - Bummer Lyrics
His mama was a midnight womanHis daddy was a drifter drummerOne night they put it togetherNine months later came the little black bummerHe was a laid back lump in the cradleChewing the paint chips that fell from the ceilingWhenever he cried he got a fist in his faceSo he learned not to show his feelingsHe was a pig-tail puller in grammer schoolLeft back twice by the seventh gradeSniffing glue in Junior HighAnd the first one in school to get laidHe was a weed-speed pusher at fifteenHe was mainlining skag a year laterHe'd started pimping when they put him awayIn jail he changed from a junkie to a haterAnd just like the man from the precinct said:"Put him away, you better kill him instead.A bummer like that is better of deadSomeday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head."They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A