Poor but Ambitious

歌詞

Too proud to beg, too honest to steal Employers, please listen to my appeal I'm too proud to beg too honest to steal Employers please listen to my appeal Night and day I'm walking the street Nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep Kindheart'd employers, my case is up to you Give me something to do I'm not asking for social equality To rank with the rich in their company To drive around New York in their motorcars Or go to their penthouses and smoke their cigars All-I want is a job with a decent wage To exist now and provide for old age Kindheart'd employers, my case is up to you Give me something to do From the day when I began to sing My mother told me I'd be a king She spoke to me confidentially Saying"The older you get, the better you'll sing And when you sing your la minor songs It will cause trials and a sensation Kindheart'd employers, my case is up to you Give me something to do The reason why I'm appealing to you: I've got a wife, four children, and a mother, too They all reside in the West Indies And are depending on me financially Friends, many days I feel I can die I feel like committing suicide Kindheart'd employers, my case is up to you Give me something to do I'm not the crooner Rudy Vallee Nor the songbird Mr. Bing Crosby People, I want you to understand I'm not Guy Lombardo nor Paul Whiteman This is plain Papa Houdini Calypso king of the West Indies And every man was born to be free and to be happy From depression and misery