Lord, I wonder what could happen? Ain't nobody here but me All these empty bottles on the table here I know I didn't drink all this by myself I must have a blues hangover What's this? My check? And I don't have change for a grasshopper, and that's two tickets Uh-oh Here come Bro Sent him and his donkey But he ain't got no money Look like he done lost everything he ever has had Ain't that the come-off? Hear me I done gave my baby twenty dollars for a Christmas present And all I got was this slice of jelly cake And Santa ate that up Now, that's a whoop jelly Well, I believe I'll go back on the stem now With James, Rudolph, and Tomcat Get my head bad again Don't seem like nothin' goin' right for me today All right Here I go Same old thing again Look out, now!