Now this is the truth, and it certainly exposes
That Wall Street's proposition is not all roses.
I put up my money to win some more,
I lost all I had and it left me so sore.

I thought I would drink to wear it off,
Bootleg's so high that it left me worse off.
If they catch you with whiskey in your car,
You're handicapped, and there you are.

They'll take you to jail and if you can't make bond,
Content yourself there, why you're certainly at home.
I've got no silver and I've got no gold,
I'm almost naked and it's done turned cold.