Ode

Well, my friend Jud, he was a fuddy-dud Chewed his cud, he was a stick in the mud I swear he hated everyone And he's bumming nickels and bumming dimes But most of all, you know, he's just bumming time And every day was a bad day They walked out and on and over him He was turning gray Never knew love, he gave up on hope Stayed in bed and stopped using soap, was a dirty old man But he never said "Poor little old me" Poor, poor Well, one fine day won the lottery Instant millionaire without a care It didn't change a thing Drove out to Reno, he lost everything at a roadside casino You know he never made it into town Where the bright lights trickled down He was a ca—, ca— ca—, ca— ca— ca—, ca— ca— casualty, yeah Well, he stewed and brewed and he ran out of food And all he got was more lewd and crude He was very rude The only thing he hated worse than the city Was charity and self-pity He'd been around I talked to him, that's what I found Was a ca—, ca— ca—, ca— ca— ca—, ca— ca— casu— Poor little ol' me Poor poor casualty