HOBO LIMERICKS
I pick up the butts from the street
My shoes have holes, look! there's my feet!
But really, I'm lucky
The roads of Kentucky
Supply me with plenty to eat.
I wait in the line marked with "Soups"
Along with the hundreds of troops
That march to the quay
Singing "sweet victory"
I'm in the wrong queue again - oops!
If I had just one silver dollar
I'd lie in the meadow and holler
I'd grab the black crow
Who comes circling low
And I'd chew it a while and then swalla!
Please, mister, buy me some wine?
I ain't had a drop since half-nine
I'm sober and flat
And I hate it like that
A bottle of claret - I'm fine!
So Christmas is coming again
That time when I think of back then
When I had a wife
and a house and a life
I'll give it a one out of ten...
I won't hurt you, Lady, don't fear,
I'll try and explain things, my dear
You see, I'm a tramp
And right here is my camp,
So move! Get your ass outta here!
