There's an old say
ing that's been all around,
I heard it before I could walk.
How some's got health and
some's got wealth,
others money, marbles, and jaw.
I got money, marbles,
and chalk, sweetheart,
but I still feel like I am poor.
Cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't roll,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.
I walk in the rain, and I feel no pain,
I'm lost like a babe in the woods.
Nothing seems right,
and I can't sleep at night,
for worrying over you.
While you were near,
I was happy and gay,
Your presence made me feel so proud.
But you left me for another,
another one day,
Now I feel alone in the crowd.
I got money, marbles,
and chalk, sweetheart,
but I still feel like I am poor
cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't roll,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.
The money, the marbles,
and chalk is all right to misers who love only gold,
but give me a chance to save our romance,
for I love you with all of my soul.
I got money, marbles,
and chalk, sweetheart,
but I still feel like I am poor.
Cause my money won't spend,
and my marbles won't grow,
and my chalk, it won't write anymore.