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