[MrEdd]

I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites

[Boogieman]

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I’ll give you one dollar
I said You’ve got to be jokin’ man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I’ll take it off your hands
And you’ll be sorry you crossed me
You’d better understand that you’re alone
A long way from home