I'm a boarder and I dwell in that second class hotel
If I stay here long I think I'll be insane
For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk
And the board I owe would break a millionaire

Oh they feed on chicken pie
If you eat it you may die
Beef you cannot cut it with a sword
Oh, the undertakers hang around 
For there's work to be found
In that awful hungry hash house where I board

Oh they carried me upstairs one night, I had neither gun nor knife
Something they had never done before
Oh the fleas held me down while the chinches crept around
In that awful hungry hash house where I board

Oh, the beefsteak it was rare
And the butter had red hair
Baby had its feet both in the soup
Oh, the eggs they would not catch
If you take one it would hatch
In that awful hungry hash house where I stay

Oh, the beefsteak it was rare
And the butter had red hair
Baby had its feet all in the soup
Oh, the eggs they would not catch
If you take one it would hatch
In that awful hungry hash house where I stay

Oh, the beefsteak it was rare
And the butter had red hair
Baby had its feet all in the soup
Oh, the eggs they would not catch
If you take one it would hatch
In that awful hungry hash house where I stay