I'M A BUM.
Tune- "I'm a Dude."
I'm one of those fellows who work a lunch route,
And live on my nerves and my gaul;
My nose it is red, on sponge cake I'm fed,
I'm dying for a whiskey ball.
About seven years ago I did a day's work,
And I never recovered from it yet;
So I swore off on labor, and to tramps I'm in favor,
I can drink beer without the aid of a net.
I'm a bum, full of rum,
You can tell by nose I love whiskey;
See my hair, combed with a chair,
And to wash my face would be risky.
Undershirt fair, no socks I wear.
And cigar butts I eat for fun;
Wear no shoes, full of booze,
I'm the pet of the ladies, a bum.
"With my pants full of patches, and dog teeth as well.
A rim of a hat on my head;
Pair of leggins for cuffs, and I go with the toughs,
I'm the darling young bruiser 'tis said.
Put me in a brewery, you l)et I'd raise fury,
It wouldn't take me long to knock it out;
For my mouth's like a tunnel, I drink whiskey with a funnel
Pork and beans will give me the gout.-Chorus.