Got my hat, got my boots, ain’t got nothing but a dollar to lose, and you see me walking, down fifth avenue.
I got a whole lot of loving, without you. I like ’em short, like them tall.

Like ’em big, like them small, and you see me talking, fifty dollars that’s all.
I got a whole lot of loving, without you.

(Chorus)
Empty pockets and I’m on my way home to you. Ain’t got no money so I’m gonna have my wicked way with you.

Repeat verses and chorus