Bing Crosby Ain't Got A Dime To My Name lyrics

Ain't got a dime to my name
What a terrible shame
Ho hum, ho ho hum

Just found a hole in my shoe
And my stocking sticks through
Ho hum, ho ho hum

I know that when you're as free
As a bird in a tree, life is a wonderful whim
Look at the crank with his dough in the bank
Don't you feel sorry for him?

Rolling along at a loss
Never gathering moss
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho hum
(Take it)

I'm no terrific success
I oughta worry I guess
Ho hum, wo ho ho hum


I like a shady ole tree
What's the matter with me?
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho hum

There's nothing quite as grotesque
As a man at a desk
Looking outside at the sun

Shirts made of silk
And a diet of milk
Maybe he thinks he has fun

I've got the vagabond itch
I guess I'll never get rich
Ho hum, ho ho ho ho
Ho ho ho ho ho ho hum