Original lyrics

EN

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 stockin' 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, whoa ho ho Hum Ho Hum, ho ho ho ho ho Hum I'm no terrific success I oughta worry I guess Ho Hum, ho ho Hum I like a shady ole' 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 Shirts 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