I pick up the butts from the street
My shoes have holes, look! there's my feet!
Supply me with plenty to eat.
I wait in the line marked with "Soups"
Along with the hundreds of troops
I'm in the wrong queue again - oops!
If I had just one silver dollar
I'd lie in the meadow and holler
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
A bottle of claret - I'm fine!
So Christmas is coming again
That time when I think of back then
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
And right here is my camp,
So move! Get your ass outta here!