I used to spend a lot of dough on booze and women
Now I can't say that I regret a dime
For when you dance you have to pay the fiddler
I must have done a lot of dancing in my time
I've had a time I'm proud to say
I ain't saved a dime for a rainy day
When they lay me down to rest at the ond of this rat race
I'll have to get a loan to pay for my own
Six feet of sod that they throw in my face
I used to be a man who knew just what hge wanted
Every sweet little thing she broke this heart of mine
Like a good book started running and rambling
I ain't worth a dime I just live for the time
* Refrain