Buck-O-Nine - Poorboy

He's a poorboy he lives on the street
He's got no money and no place to sleep
He shops at goodwill then he buys some wine
He picks through dumpsters where

He likes to dine he's a poorboy he lives on the street
He got no money and no place to sleep
He'll wash your windows for a buck-o-nine he don't pay taxes he hasn't got a dime

[Chorus: x2]
Ooh he tells me hell work for food

Written by:
BELL, MACLEAN

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Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN

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