THE BUMLAND ANTHEM

THE BUMLAND ANTHEM

God be damned
For his bum hand
One finger pointin'
Down to bumland
And I got no mission
But the one I'm in
Whackin'-off through the sermon
Waitin' for my free din-din

Ho-hum, here I come
Here's a home when you're a bum
Ho-hum, where the dirt is dry

A bum what am, a bum am I
A bum what am, a bum am I

Three layers of rags
And a bottle of wine
Sittin' down here
Where the bumsun shines
And I don't care
Piss on you bud
I'm gonna whip it out
And make some mud

Ho-hum, here I come
Here's a home when you're a bum
Ho-hum where the dirt is dry

A bum what am, a bum am I
A bum what am, a bum am I

So I'm upside-down
And I'm stuck in the mud
An old bag of bones
Over my old bum mug
Under the freeway
Where the boogie bugs dwell
Didn't bother for dry dirt
Brother here I fell

Ho-hum, here I come
Here's a home when you're a bum
Ho-hum, so the dirt ain't dry

A bum what am, a bum am I
A bum what am, a bum am I

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