He's a poorboy he lives on the street 
He's got no money and no place to sleep 
He shops at goodwill then he buys some wine 
He picks through dumpsters where 

He likes to dine he's a poorboy he lives on the street 
He got no money and no place to sleep 
He'll wash your windows for a buck-o-nine he don't pay taxes he hasn't got a dime 

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Ooh he tells me hell work for food