Owed To The Fiddler

 
When I woke up that next day the fiddler was there demanding his pay.
How much do I owe you today ? was all I could manage to say.
" Just start counting it out boy, you'll know when it's enough,
But it'll be quite a bit because you look pretty rough."

Rush to the bathroom, flip back the lid,
another gut full of dues to the Fiddler you pay.
Red eyes, busting head,
another fist full of dues to the Fiddler you pay.
If you want to dance, well, here's the bad news,
the fiddler will be back collecting his dues.
Some times it's less, some times it's more.
But you can bet your last dollar, come the very next day,
he'll be there, pounding on your door.