The First National Bank of Hambone

The First National Bank of Hambone, That's me - As for Hambone... He's the park's "Handy-man" You might say, Does odd jobs, Always lookin' for more pay... He averages five knocks on my door, Each and every day and night, Wantin' to "borrow a twenty" And he's quite a sight... Always a bandana on his head, Scruffy stubble on his face, Jeans unwashed since "66, A credit to our race... Well, the U.S. Mint Can't keep up with his needs,, No matter how much they print, He'll need twenty more before they oil the presses, Where it all goes we all have guesses... Surely not on wardrobe, Or human toiletries, The huge hole in his jeans, Displays long unwashed knees. Now, he does useful chores, This I admit, Things I can no longer do, But always at a price, He keeps me poor, Sometimes in my juices, I just stew.-