Born with a hole in my pocket
I'll never have a bank account
Born with a hole in my pocket
I don't know why I ever learned to count
Born with a hole in my pocket
I've been broke since I began to crawl
Born with a hole in my pocket
If fun wasn't free, I wouldn't have no fun at all

I wish every day could be payday
I throw all my money away
A dollar here a dollar there
It goes away, I don't know where

Born with a hole in my pocket
Through it all of my money runs out
Born with a hole in my pocket
Now I ain't got no coins to worry about

Born with a hole in my pocket
I'll never have a bank account
Born with a hole in my pocket
I don't know why I ever learned to count

I wish every day could be payday
Cause I throw all my money away
A dollar here a dollar there
It goes away, I don't know where

Born with a hole in my
Born with a hole in my
Born with a hole in my Pocket

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Writer(s): Gregory martin Davis