10th Chorus

   Dig the sad old bum
No money
   Presuming to hit the store
And buy his cube of oleo
   For 8 cents
   So in cheap rooms
   At A M 3 30
   He can cough 8c groan
   In a white tile sink
     By his bed
   Which is used
   To run water in
   And stagger to
   In the reel of wake up
   Middle of the night
       Flophouse Nightmares—
       His death no blackern
       Mine, his Toast's
       Just as well buttered
       And on the one side.