Road to Morocco: Ain't Got a Dime to My Name (Ho Hum)

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 often worry I guess Ho hum, wo ho ho hum I like a shady ole tree What's a 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 Yes I'll never get rich Ho hum, ho ho ho ho Ho ho ho ho ho ho hum