Broke As Folk

I used to have a pretty pot of gold But summer's gone, winter's getting cold And there ain't nothing that I can do about it I sing my song and try to laugh about it And now the king has lost his crown And the news is going 'round, little darling And they are turning up the heat On all the people in the streets And the truth is not a joke I'm broke as folk My mama gave our money to the thief That's 94 percent of everything That's all those years of working for the Mouse And all those years she dreamed of getting out (And all those years she dreamed of getting out) Now day is night and night is day And Hollywood is CIA, they tell me And they are turning up the heat On all the people in the streets And the truth is not a joke Yeah, the truth is not a joke I'm broke as folk, yeah Oh yeah When I see the sunlight in the trees When I hear the buzzing of the bees (When I hear the buzzing of the bees) Will I see my children running free (Will I see my children running free?) I feel God's love shining down on me It makes me want to cry It makes me want to cry To be the richest man alive With you there at my side Now day is night and night is day Now Hollywood is CIA And the news is going 'round That the king has lost his crown And the truth is not a joke Yeah, the truth is not a joke I'm broke as folk I'm broke as folk I'm broke as folk