Bum Fights

I’m poor, you’re poor I’ll fight you for your door Your box, your shoes I’ll wish you many more I’m poor you’re poor There’s no exit from these doors What for, what for You unraveled on my floor Adore your score But your rash looks really sore No more, no more You’re slacking on your chores I’m poor, you’re poor I need lotion for my pores Instead, I’ll fight you for your door Your box, your shoes I’ll wish you many more I’m poor, you’re poor There’s no exit from these doors