Lyrics

Ain't got no money, ain't it a shame Ain't got no time to get a job I drink my whiskey, I drink my wine I left my worries far behind I'm feeling hungry, I'm feeling broke If you could spare one, I could surely use a smoke I got no history, I got no past If you don't help me, don't think I'll last I got to get more time To drink a bit more wine I've got to the perfect crime Brother can you spare a dime? You see me standing on your street My hand are open I got nothing there to eat I drink my whiskey, I drink my wine I want the band to play when I die Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I got to get more time To drink a bit more wine I've got to the perfect crime Brother can you spare a dime?