Another Day Without a Dollar

Another day without a dollar. Another day, I’m not a scholar. Makes me yell, scream and holler. Another day without a dollar. Another day, not one red cent. Another day, must I repent? What the hell, can’t pay the rent. Another day, not one red cent. Another day, and there’s no money. Another day, and it’s not funny. I can sell, as sweet as honey. Another day, and there’s no money. Another day, and I’m still broke. Another day, no fire to stoke. As I can tell, I’m not a bloke. Another day, and I’m still broke. Another day without a job. Another day, I’m no slob. I don’t smell, and I won’t rob. Another day without a job. Another day, when I’m on top. Another day, this has to stop. Things will gel, they’ll be a pop. And on that day, I’’ll be on top.