Well, i ain't got much bread but it's alright
 
 I got the sun in the morning, got the moon at night
 
 Said, i ain't got much bugs in my bin, sam
 
 Have another mother's ruin makes you feel alright
 
 Ah, who is it for, we shall overdraw
 
  
  Well, i don'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
  
 
 Oh, mr. banker, won't you send some bread to me
 
 You know i've just been busted and i need some security
 
 Oh, 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