Oh, why don't I work like other men do How the hell could I work when the skies are so blue Hallelujah, I'm a bum, hallelujah, bum again, hallelujah, give us a handout to revive us again. Oh springtime has come, and I'm just out of jail without any money, without any bail. Hallelujah, I'm a bum... Oh, I love my boss, and my boss love me, and that is the reason, I'm so hun-ge-ry, Hallelujah, I'm a bum.... I came to a house, and I asked for a piece of bread, a lady came out, say "The baker is dead" Hallelujah, I'm a bum... When springtime does come, oh won't we have fun, we'll throw up our jobs and we'll go to the bum, Hallelujah, I'm a bum... |