I used to have a pretty pot of gold
But summer's come and winter's getting cold
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
But sing my song and try to laugh about it
Now the king has lost his crown
And the news is going round, pretty darling
And they are turning up the heat
On all the people in the street
And the truth is not a joke
I'm broke as folk
My mama gave her money to the thief
That's 94% of everything
That's all those years of working for the Mouse
And all those years she dreamed of getting out
Now day is night and night is day
And Hollywood is CIA, they tell me
And they are turning up the heat
On all the people on the street
And the truth is not a joke
Hey, the truth is not a joke
I'm broke as folk
Yeah
When I see the sunlight in the trees
When I hear the buzzing of the bees
When I see my children running free
I feel God's love shining down of me
It makes me wanna cry
It makes me wanna cry
To be the richest man alive
With you there at my side
Now day is night and night is day
And Hollywood is CIA
And the news is going 'round
That the king his lost his crown
And the truth is not a joke
Yeah, the truth is not a joke
I'm broke as folk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm broke as folk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm broke as folk
