Something for Nothing Man
Always he does things on the cheap
Free and easy his battle cries
Cobwebs line his leather purse
He fleeces friends like woolly sheep
Free and easy his battle cries
A coupon-clipper extraordinaire
Give him gratis or give him death
“On the house” his favorite words
Cobwebs line his leather purse
“Free of charge” his favorite tune
Low-price bargains make him swoon
A gratuitous, something for nothing man
He fleeces friends like woolly sheep
When the check comes and it’s time to pay
He runs like hell the other way
Well fed, foolish and friendless.
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