| Once I lived the life of a millionaire |
| Spending my money, with never a care |
| Takin' all my friends out for a good time |
| Drinkin' high-priced liquor, champagne and wine; |
| Then I began to fall so low; |
| Didn’t have a friend, and noplace to go |
| If I ever get my hands on a dollar again |
| I’m gonna squeeze it, until the eagle grins, cause |
| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out. |
| In your pocket, not one penny |
| And your friends -- you find you haven’t any. |
| But as soon as you get back on your feet again |
| Everybody wants to be your long-lost friend |
| It’s might strange, without a doubt |
| Nobody knows you when you’re down and out. |
| when you’re down and out. |
| In your pocket, not one penny, |
| And my old friends, haven’t any. |
| But if I ever walk on my feet again, |
| And then I’ll meet my long-lost friend. |
| That’s mighty strange, without no doubt, |
| No man can use you when you’re down and out. |