Some people say I'm a no-count--
Fact is, I count real good.
I can do the math: I'm a penniless man,
Foreclosed in my neighborhood, too bad,
Ain't got a nickel of wood.

No, I ain't got a single damn greenback dollar;
Spending's not in my plan.
So I lost my bong, my guitar, and car;
And now I am living off the land. . .poor boy
Or cadging change with an outstretched hand.

Guess I went a little crazy:
Put money in Lehman.
Crap is what I bought. . .
These firms run by demons
Who really should be hung, what joy
To see them all hung,

No, I ain't got a single damn greenback dollar;
Lending's not in my plan.
I lost my sarong, my guitar, and bar,
And now I'm a dumpster-diving fan. . .poor boy
Or cadging change with an outstretched hand.

Now I'm a no-dough man,
I'm sleeping here and there.
I've learned that investing
In the markets was wrong.
Buddy, got a dime you can spare. . .poor boy
Is what I am--life isn't fair!

No, I ain't got a single damn greenback dollar--
Bereft of my divan,
My sarong and bong, my guitar, and car.
Once I was flush with a hundred grand. . .poor boy,
Now cadging change with an outstretched hand.