When you see me walk around
You glare at me, it hurts
And when I ask "How are you?" now
You respond in a way qui-uite terse
Throw words like "scum" and "trash" about
"Go get a job, you hear?"
Resent your implications now
Just because of my scragg-l-y-y beard

You say I'm lazy
Presuming that I'm constantly dru-u-unk
May not have sho-owe-ered lately-y
But no, I'm not a homeless bum

My habits are explainable
I wander to keep lithe
And the stench is sustainable
Cause my plu-umbing brea-eaks all the time

Still say I'm lazy
It seems your image of me is stu-u-uck
Most of your words do-on't faze me-e
Because I'm not a homeless bum

I've been living this way for years
Never had a shortage of bu-u-ucks
I may have bummed cash fo-or a couple beers
But I a-always repay them to-ons

You still berate me
I haven't had a haircut in mo-o-onths
In that one wa-ay I-I'm lazy-y
But still I'm not a homeless bum
Once you enraged me
The way you ranted and yelled a bu-u-unch
But now I've hea-eard tha-at maybe-e
That you're, in fact, a homeless bum

You may be wearing fancy du-u-u-uds
But your friend told me your house, bud
Was foreclo-osed, got foreclo-osed
Got foreclo-osed, was foreclo-osed
Was foreclo-osed, got foreclosed, so-o
You can't call me a homeless bum