Ode

Well, my friend Jud, he was a fuddy-dud

Chewed his cud, he 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 stopped using soap, was a dirty old man

But he never said "Poor little old me"

Poor, poor

Well, one fine day won the lottery

Instant millionaire without a care

It didn't change a thing

Drove out to Reno, he lost everything at a roadside casino

You know he never made it into town

Where the bright lights trickled down

He was a ca—, ca— ca—, ca— ca— ca—, ca— ca— casualty, yeah

Well, he stewed and brewed 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

Was a ca—, ca— ca—, ca— ca— ca—, ca— ca— casu—

Poor little ol' me

Poor poor casualty