Come All You Jolly Jokers

If You Want To Have Some Fun,

And Listen While I Relate The Tale

Of The Great American Bum.

From The East And West And North And South

Like A Swarm Of Bees They Come,

They Sleep In The Dirt And They Wear A Shirt

That's Dirty And Full Of Crumb.



Chorus:

I Am A Bum, A Jolly Old Bum

And I Live Like A Royal Turk

And I Have Good Luck

And I Bum All My Chuck

And To Heck With The Man That Works



It's Early In The Morning

When The Dew Is On The Ground,

The Bum Arises From His Nest

And Gazes All Around,

Well Goin' East, They're Loaded,

And Goin' West, Sealed Tight,

I Reckon We'll Have To Ride

Aboard The Fast Express Tonight.



Chorus:



I Beat My Way From Frisco

To The Rockbound Coast Of Maine

From Canada To Mexico

And Then All The Way Back Again.



Well, I Met A Man The Other Day

That I Never Met Before

And He Asked Me If I Wanted A Job

A-shoveling Iron Ore.

I Asked What The Wages Was

And He Said "Ten Cents A Ton"

I Said "Oh Fella, Go Scratch Your...neck,

I'd Rather Be On The Bum."



Chorus:



Oh Lady Would You Be Kind Enough

To Give Me Something To Eat?

A Piece Of Bread And Butter,

And A Tender Slice Of Meat,

Some Apple Pie And Custard

Just To Tickle My Appetite.

For Really I'm So Hungry

Don't Know Where I'll Sleep Tonight.