JOLLY BUM SONG

Recorded by David Turner

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

A bum gets up in the morning
To get the morning breeze
He washes his face in the frying pan
Forgets to comb his hair

A bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

Six o'clock in the morning
Mrs. Murphy comes around
With a piece of bread and butter
That weighs a half a pound

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

The coffee's like tobacco juice
The bread is hard and stale
And that's the way they feed the bums
In the Richmond County Jail

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

One day I met a man
That I never met before
He asked me if I wanted a job
Shoveling iron ore

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

When I asked him what the wages were
He said "Dollar and half a ton"
Oh mister you can keep your job
I'd rather be a bum

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

Three o'clock in the morning
I looked upon the wall
The bedbugs and the roaches
Were having a game of ball

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be

The score was six to nothing
The roaches were ahead
Till a bedbug hits a homerun
And knocks me out of bed

Oh a bum, a bum, a jolly good bum
A bum I wanna be