Oh why don't you work Like other men do? How the hell can I work When there's no work to do? Chorus Hallelujah, I'm a bum, Hallelujah, bum again, Hallelujah, give us a handout, To revive us again. I went to a house, And I knocked on the door; A lady came out, says, "You've been here before." I went to a house, And I asked for a piece of bread; A lady comes out, says, "The baker is dead." When springtime does come, O won't we have fun, We'll throw up our jobs And we'll go on the bum.