Ain't got no money to get a shave Ain't got no time to get a job I drink my whisky; I drink my wine I left my worries far behind I'm feelin' hungry; I'm feelin' broke If you could spare one, I could surely use a smoke I got no history; I got no past If you don't help me, don't think I'll last I got to get more time To drink a bit more wine I've got the perfect crime Brother can you spare a dime? You see me standin' on your street My hands are open; I got nothin' there to eat I drink my whiskey; I drink my wine I want the band to play when I die