Hallelujah, I'm a Bum

1

Oh, why don't you work
Like other men do?
How the hell can I work
When there's no work to do?
Hallelujah, I'm a bum,
Hallelujah, bum again,
Hallelujah, give us a handout,
To revive us again.

2

Oh, I love my boss
And my boss loves me,
And that is the reason
I'm so hungry,
Hallelujah, etc.

3

Oh, the springtime has came
And I'm just out of jail,
Without any money,
Without any bail.
Hallelujah, etc.

4

I went to a house,
And I knocked on the door;
A lady came out, says,
" You been here before. "
Hallelujah, etc.

5

I went to a house,
And I asked for a piece of bread;
A lady came out, says,
" The baker is dead. "
Hallelujah, etc.

6

When springtime does come,
O won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs
And we'll go on the bum.
Hallelujah, etc.
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