On the daily Daily I am craving
The good stuff
To get me through the day
Without profession
I turn to habit

Maybe I should call on a friend
My good ole' Pusher(s)
Which to call
which to call

Maybe Johnny
Mr. Cash
he's always got the stuff
A lift from any plateau

Maybe something more mellow or calm
Someone to cry the Blues too
To stroll along with, to Muddy up
Those Waters

Anything to get me through