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[INTRO]: A G D A A G D A
AWell, I ain't got much bread but it's Galright DI got the sun in the morning, got the moon at nAight Said, I ain't got much bugs in my Gbin, Sam DHave another mother's ruin makes you feel alrAight DAh, wCho iGs it Afor, Dwe shCall oGverdrAaw
DWeCllG, CI GdoAn't talk like them but I don't care much I got a rich man's trumpet, poor man's crutch Maybe I like to live on Diner's Club and Dow-Jones But it's all one big community chest, and chance will break my bones Who so ever, what so ever it's for, we shall overdraw
Oh, there's notice on the door, we shall overdraw Well, I have to think of contracts in the morning Could I scratch their backs, should they kiss my ring Will they, will they jump me without warning Making noises like a banker seems the only way to sin Go out to your neighborhood greenback store We shall overdraw Overdraw
DOh, Mr. Banker, won't you seAnd some bread to me EYou know GI've juAst beenC busted aDnd I need some seEcurity DOh, Mr. Banker, won't you write this song for us In ture taste you've relented, there's no grizzle in my lush Well, Mr. Ridley's bought a Bentley, Mr. Oldham sold his Rolls Mrs. Winston's fixing guineas, Mr. Carter's digging holes We'd like to thank you people for listening to our song We hope you get to hear the rest of the lyric Before they drop a bomb