Ain’t Got A Dime To My Name (Ho Ho Ho Ho Hum)

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 shows 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

Ho-hum, woah-ho-ho-hum

Ho-hum, h-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hum

I'm no terrific success

I ought to worry, I guess

Ho-hum, ho-ho-hum

I like a shady ol' tree

What's the matter with me?

Ho-hum, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hum

There's nothing quite as grotesque as a man at a desk

Looking outside at the sun

Shirt's made of silk and a diet of milk

Maybe he thinks he has fun

I've got the vagabond itch

Guess I'll never get rich

Ho-hum, ho-ho, ho-ho, ho-ho, ho-ho-ho-ho, hum