No, I ain't got much, it's true
But ain't much I ever do
Hard work done-in Daddy, 'deed it did
But it will never sweat his kid
Toilin' like a natural slave
Put him in an early grave
Hard work did in Daddy, 'deed it done
But it will never get his son
My poverty-stricken condition
And positive lack of ambition
Has caused some to call me an oaf
Just because I'd much rather loaf
While they're sweatin' in the sun
I'll be gettin' in some fun
Busybodies break their necks
Run themselves to nervous wrecks
Hard work felled poor father, sad to say
But I ain't fidna to go that way
The fact I obtain no enjoyment
From regular gainful employment
Causes some to say I'm a slob
When it comes to holding a job
Work is something I go to
When I've nothing else to do
Nothing much is all I need
Love this lazy life I lead
Hard work finished father, took him out
But I ain't 'bout to go that route