Well my friend Jud he was a fuddy-dud

Chewed his cud, was a stick in the mud

I swear he hated everyone

And he's bumming nickels and bumming dimes

But most of all you know he's just bumming time



And every day was a bad day

They walked out and on and over him

He was turning gray

Never knew love he gave up on hope

Stayed in bed and he stopped using soap was a dirty old man

But he never said poor little old me

Poor poor



Now one fine day he won the lottery

Instant millionaire without a care it didn't change a thing

Drove up to Reno he lost everything at a roadside casino

You know he never made it into town

Where the bright lights trickle down

He was a casualty



Well he _____________________ and he ran out of food

And all he got was more lewd and crude

He was very rude

The only thing he hated worse than the city

Was charity and self pity he'd been around

I talked to him that's what I found



He was a casualty



Poor little old me

Poor poor casualty