No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'

And Troooll Doll Mr. Troll and me, To the tune of "Desire" Troll Doll out on the street Got no job got no money Got no shoes on the feet But you gotts stay tall, stay high

And Troooll Doll Mr. Troll and me, To the tune of "Desire" Troll Doll out on the street Got no job got no money Got no shoes on the feet But you gotts stay tall, stay high