Gee, but it's tough to be broke, kid.
It's not a joke, kid--it's a curse.
My luck is changing--it's gotten
from simply rotten to something worse.
Who knows someday I will win too
I'll begin to reach my prime.
Now that I see what our end is
All can spend is just my time.

I can't give you anything but love, baby.
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.
Dream a while, scheme a while,
You're sure to find
Happiness and, I guess,
All those things you've always pined for.

Gee, it's great to see you looking swell, baby.
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby.
Till that lucky day you know darn well, baby,
I can't give you anything but love.