Early in the mornin’ I get out of bed,
Rub a grubby hand through my head, Stagger to a mirror, put my crazy face on Then it time to put on my uniform,
It’s hard work, not workin’!
Then I grab a wrinkly shirt, throw it on my chest, Some holey pants, an old tuxedo vest,
Some fingerless gloves, an old knit hat
On top of that an old ball cap.
It’s hard work, not workin’!
My tools of trade are an old pushcart That I found at the local K-mart
A piece of cardboard that I like to write on And a sad lookin’ dog that I call Jerome. It’s hard work, not workin’!
I used to work 9 to 5
But me and my boss didn’t quite jive
So now I’m out on my own
Just me, myself, and my dog Jerome
Each day we hit the streets, man its rough on my feet It’s hard work, not workin’!
Now my sign says that I Will Work For Food
But it doesn’t say what kindda’ work I exclude
I don’t do windows, toilets, talk on the phone.
My preferred method is just throw the dog a bone. It’s hard work, not workin’!
On the streets, I’ve got some real tall tales
Of how my life been a living, well
I’ve been down and out, been out of luck
they reach in their pockets and give a few bucks. It’s hard work, not workin’!
I used to work 9 to 5
But me and my boss didn’t quite jive
So now I’m out on my own
Just me, myself, and my dog Jerome
Each day we hit the streets, man its rough on my feet It’s hard work, not workin’!
By the end of the day, I’ve really racked up!
A dirty face is all it took, to make people on the streets turn around and throw some change at me on the ground!
It’s hard work, not workin’!
When night time comes, I change my clothes. Now I look just like a regular Joe.
At the fancy restaurants and the local pubs,
I flash my wad just like the other snobs!
It’s hard work, not workin’!
Then tomorrow comes and I start anew With the same ol’ shirt and messed up doo. I make money on the streets each day, When night time comes I play, play, play! It’s hard work, not workin’!
It’s hard work, not workin’!
It’s hard work, not workin’!