When I’ve got a Dollar
He is such a loser
He is such a fool for
Playing cards with such men
He don’t know his lucks end
But why would I be bothered
Why would I be bothered
When I’ve got a dollar
When I’ve got a dollar
Things are well now
Oh how there’s always the sign
That something’s hiding
Where you don’t wanna look
You’re afraid of your eyes
I am such a dreamer
I am such a fool for
Sending my affections
In all the wrong directions
But why would I be bothered
Why would I be bothered
When I’ve got a dollar
When I’ve got a dollar
Things are well now
Oh how there’s always the sign
That something’s hiding
Where you don’t want to look
You’re afraid of your eyes
