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The Bum Song
Ook wel: Hallelujah, I'm a bum
Oh, why don't I work
Like other men do?
How the hell can I work
When there's no work to do?Oh, I love my boss
And my boss loves me,
And that is the reason
I'm so hungry.Oh, springtime has come
And I'm just out of jail,
Without any money,
Without any bail.I went to a house
and I knocked on the door,
A lady came out, says,
"You've been here before!"I went to a house,
and I asked for some bread;
A lady came out, says,
"The baker is dead."When springtime does come,
Oh won't we have fun,
We'll throw up our jobs
And we'll go on the bum.
Keerzang:
Hallelujah! I'm a bum,
Hallelujah bum again,
Hallelujah! give us a handout
To revive us again.
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Er is een versie geprint door Industrial Workers of the World uit 1908 die twintig jaar ouder is als de in de studentencodex gebruikte tekst. Deze gaat als volgt:
Why don't you work like other folks do?
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?Oh, why don't you save all the money you earn?
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn.Whenever I get all the money I earn,
The boss will be broke, and to work he must turn.Oh, I like my boss, he's a good friend of mine,
That's why I am starving out on the bread line.When springtime it comes, oh, won't we have fun;
We'll throw off our jobs, and go on the bum.
Keerzang:
Hallelujah, I'm a bum,
Hallelujah, bum again,
Hallelujah, give us a handout
To revive us again.