Hey look me over, lend me an ear,
Fresh out of clover and mortgaged up to here,
But, don’t pass the plate folks, don’t pass the cup,
I figure whenever you’re down and out,
The only way is up…
And I’ll be up like a rose bud, high on the vine,
Don’t thumb your nose, Bud, but, take a tip from mine,
I’m a little bit short of the elbow room,
But let me get me some, and look out world, here I come.

Just like a rose bud, high on the vine,
Don’t thumb your nose, Bud, but, take a tip from mine,
I’m a little bit short of the elbow room,
Let me get me some,
And look out, I’m gonna shout, I’m gonna swing,
I’m gonna sing: Yes, look out, world, here I come.