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