Well, I purged and I was hockin’ just the other day,
And the broker said he’d put my stuff on the shelf.
And he will sell it in just a week or two
When my payments soon come due;
It was once I had a bunch of wealth and pelf.
But it’s already pawned;
All is nearly gone.
He will sing a “vig’rish” song.
Poor, poor, poor. . . .

The recession, it broke me;
Now a drop falls from my eye.
Take a drop of rye, redeye that gets me tight.
Just remembering my pearls, which are now held by that guy—
So I’m in this bar to try and drown my plight.

’cause it’s all treasure gone,
And I’m feelin’ wan,
So I drink this vineyard’s spawn,
Booze, booze, booze. . . .

Well I knew that I was screwed—markets went down;
Wretched, broke am I, dude’s got my treasury.
And now am I unhappy, ’cause I’ve given up my gains,
And I’m livin’ on the street in penury.

And I’m already gaunt
’cause it’s feeding I want;
I can’t sing a vittles song
’cause I’m already gaunt.

Yes it’s already pawned;
By the leeches I’s conned.
I will fling my finger yon
’cause it’s all treasure pawned,
All treasure gone. . . .

My dimes all took flight.