Текст песни Hallelujah, I'm a bum

Rockefeller's busy giving dough away; Chevrolet is busy making cars; Hobo, you keep busy when they throw away Slightly used cigars. Hobo, you've no time to shirk. You're busy keeping far away from work. The weather' s getting fine. The coffee tastes like wine. You happy hobo, sing, "Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Why work away for wealth When you can travel for your health? It' s spring, you hobo, sing, "Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!" Your home is always near; The moon's your chandelier; Your ceiling is the sky, Way up high. The road is your estate, The earth your little dinner plate; It's spring, you hobo, sing, "Hallelujah, I'm a bum again!"