Traveling Wilburys

Well I woke up this morning
The place was such a reck
I couldn't reach the bathroom
Thought I'd better clear the deck.
I tried to call the lawyer
And ask him what to do
He referred me to his doctor
Who referred me back to you
And when you checked the manual
You kept in side the case
It said 'put it in a cool dry place'
I drove around the city
Looking for a room
That was high above the water
Where my things could be in tune
There was noone to help me
Nobody even cared
I had to got through hell
To get those things up there
I paid my first subscription
Then I joined the idle race
and they said 'Store it in a cool dry place'
I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
Accordions and Mandolis and things that sometimes hum
Cymbals and Harmonicas, capos by the score
And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
Some places they get mildew
And others get too hot.
Some places are so damp that
Everything you got just rots
All kinds of condensation