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!»