Ain't got a dime to my name
What a terrible shame
Ho hum, ho ho hum
Just found a hole in my shoe
And my stocking sticks through
Ho hum, ho ho hum
I know that when you're as free
As a bird in a tree, life is a wonderful whim
Look at the crank with his dough in the bank
Don't you feel sorry for him?
Rolling along at a loss
Never gathering moss
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho hum
(Take it)
I'm no terrific success
I often worry I guess
Ho hum, wo ho ho hum
I like a shady ole tree
What's a matter with me?
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho hum
There's nothing quite as grotesque
As a man at a desk
Looking outside at the sun
Shirts made of silk
And a diet of milk
Maybe he thinks he has fun
I've got the vagabond itch
Yes I'll never get rich
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho ho hum