Bum: If there’s a prize for scanty clothing
I guess I’ve already won that
Give me a break, cut all your loathing
It’s part of poverty, been there, done that

Chorus: Who you think you’re kidding?
Clothes are hard to come by these days
You can’t remain hidden
We see you in so many ways
Man, you can’t conceal it
We know how you feel and
How you’re thinking now

Bum: Get lost, go ‘way
It’s too late, oh no
Chorus: This guy, won’t cry, no denying, uh oh
Bum: It’s all passe'
It’s too late, I’m undone

My boxers display to the crowd now
My undershirt was white to start out
I’m always screaming “Get a life, y’all”
Cuz you’re all trying to gouge your eyes out

Chorus: Pain is what you’re feeling
Ridicule is thrown your way
Boy, you need some healing
Those clothes would scare the rats away
Face it like a grown-up
Now it’s time to own up
Cuz you’ve got, got, got it bad

Bum: No pants, no way
It’s too late, oh no
Chorus: No hat, no shoes
Guess you lose, uh oh
Bum: All night, all day
They all say I’m undone

I’ll flip the bird
When you say I’m undone
Haven’t you heard
They all say it
Chorus: Relax, you bum
It’s ok you’re undone
Bum: Oh
At least I’m warm
I don’t care I’m undone