I'm A Bum - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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. 
Chorus. 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.