Poor Man's Paradise

Ain't got nothin' in my pocket
 I got holes in both of my shoes
 Ain't got nothing in my pocket
 But if I did, I'd give half to you
 Do do do do do do do do
 Do do do do do do do do
 Do do do
 My friend Clyde lost his house when the big winds blew
 And things have been a little rough
 But there's still fish in the bayou
 He can whip up a courtbouillon
 Whistlin' Jolie Blon
 In his poor man's paradise
 Sure is nice
 Neighbor Charles sits on the dock
 Drinkin' a Dixie Beer
 Tellin' stories to his dog
 that he scratches behind the ear
 Rockin' back and forth
 To his transistor radio in his poor man's paradise
 Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Fats Domino'
 Poor man's paradise, poor man's paradise
 Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right
 In his poor man's paradise
 Sweet Cleothilde is on the street
 Every single day
 Talkin' to her good friend Jesus
 And watching the children play
 She tells Clyde to come on by
 With some shrimp creole
 Forget our troubles and dance to Charlie's radio
 1 and 2 and 3 and 4
 Turn the music up some more
 2 and 3 and 4 and 5
 Ain't it good to be alive
 3 and 4 and 5 and 6
 This is how we get our kicks
 4 and 5 and 6 and 7
 All God's children go to heaven in a
 Poor man's paradise, poor man's paradise
 Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right
 In his poor man's paradise