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