| lyric | 1. Oh, why don't I work like other men do?
How the hell could I work when the slies are so blue?
Chorus:
Helleluja, I’m a bum, halleluja, bum again.
Halleluja give’s a handout and revive us again.
2. Oh, springtime has come, and I’m just out of jail,
without any money, without any bail,
Halleluja, I’m a bum …
3. Oh, I love my boss, and my boss loves me,
and that is the reason, I’m so hun-ge-ry.
Halleluja, I’m a bum …
4. I came to a house, and I asked for a piece of bread,
a lady came out, says: “The baker is dead“.
Halleluja, I’m a bum …
5. When springtime does come, oh won’t we have fun,
we’ll throw up ourjobs, and we’ll go on the bum.
Halleluja, I’m a bum … |