Well my friend Judd

He was a funny dud

Chewed his cud

He was a stick in the mud

I swear he hated everyone

And he's bummin' nickles

And bummin' dimes

But most of all, you know

He's just bummin' time

And every day was a bad day

They walked out and on and over him

He was turning gray

Never knew love

He gave up on hope

Stayed in bed

And he stopped using soap

He was a dirty old man

But he never said

Poor little old me

Poor, poor

Well, one fine day

Won the lottery

Instant millionaire

Without a care

Didn't change a thing

Drove out to Reno

He lost everything

At a roadside casino

You know he never made it into town

Where the bright lights trickle down

With a ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-casualty

Well, he stewed and brewed

And he ran on a fool

And all he got was more lewd and crude

He was a dirty dude

The only thing he hated worse in the city

Was charity and self-pity

He'd been around

I talked to him

That's what I found

With a ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-casualty

Poor little old me

Poor, poor casualty