a sweet Plum for my tum
Wash it down with a pint of rum
A few pills form Pete , the pusher in the slum
In the Garbage cans I'll find many a crumb
Soul Satisfied I'll find a banjo and strum.
The Happy Bum
Strums a Banjo on his tum,
Eats a crumn.
Drinks his rum
Hums a tune in the slum.
Feels quite numb,
crashes mum.
Poor guy get rolled and beaten dumb.
The punks have fun,
Chew their gum,
But from the Bum don't get a great sum
