Letras
I ain't got nothin' in my pocket
I got holes in both of my shoes
Ain't got nothin' in my pocket
But if I did, I'd give half to you
My friend Clyde lost his house
When the big winds blew
Things have been a little rough
But there's still fish in the bayou
He can whip up a couvillion
Whistlin' Charlie Brown
In his poor man's paradise
Sure is nice
Neighbor Charles sits on the dock
Drinkin' a Dixie beer
Tellin' stories to his dog
That he scratches behind the ear
Rockin' back and forth
To his transistor radio
Call up Dr. Daddy-O and say
"Play 'Fast Domino'"
Poor man's paradise
Poor man's paradise
Doin', doin', doin', doin' alright
In a poor man's paradise
Sweet Kultia is on the street
Every single day
Talkin' to her good friend, Jesus
And watchin' the children play
She tells Clyde to come on by
With some shrimp creole
Forget our troubles
And dance to Charlie's radio
It says one and two and three and four
Turn the music up some more
Two and three and four and five
Ain't it good to be alive?
Three and four and five and six
This is how we get our kicks
Four and five and six and seven
All of God's children go to heaven
In a poor man's paradise
Poor man's paradise
Doin', doin', doin', doin' alright
In a poor man's paradise