He had bills he could not pay,
He figured he was really set,
‘Till he lost his job one day,
Mr. Mugger lost his house,
He even lost his car,
He only had his darling spouse,
She met another at a bar,
Mr. Mugger sat on a rock,
That overlooked the bay,
Mr. Mugger didn’t own a sock,
His feet got cold that day,
His belly growled really loud,
He had no money to eat,
He had sold his socks and overcoat,
He was living on the street,
Mr. Mugger turned to crime,
He figured he had nothing to loose,
But, when he got a little cash,
He just spent it all on booze,
Mr. Mugger ended up in jail,
That is the place he really should be,
With three squares how could he fail?
Better warm and full than free.
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