I wake to the morning
And my memory is daunted
And I can’t go
And I can’t do no
And I’m in and out of pokers
I don’t wanna live like bogus
 And I can’t go
And I can’t do no
How low
How low?
And I’m losing my ability
To judge what is the best of me
And I can’t go
And I can’t do no
‘Cause I am not a genie
And your wish is swishing on me
And I can’t go
And I can’t do no
How low can I get?
How low can I hear?

How low can I hear?
How low can I hear?
How low can I hear?
How low can I hear?