The Subdudes - Poor Mans Paradise lyrics

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