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 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