Ain't got a dime to my name,
Just found a hole in my shoe,
And my stockin' sticks through
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?
I like a shady ole' tree,
There's nothing quite as grotesque,
Looking outside at the sun,
Maybe he thinks he has fun.
I've got the vagabond itch,
Ho Hum ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho hm