What is man without an income?
— Well, let him get on the dole!
Dole, dole, dole,
hole, hole, hole,
soul, soul, soul —
What is man without an income?
Answer without a rigmarole.
On the dole, dole, dole,
he’s a hole, hole, hole,
in the nation’s pocket.
— Now then, you leave a man’s misfortunes alone!
He’s got a soul, soul, soul
but the coal, coal, coal
on the whole, whole, whole
doesn’t pay,
so the dole, dole, dole’s
the only way.
And on the dole, dole, dole,
a man’s a hole, hole, hole
in the nation’s pocket,
and his soul, soul, soul
won’t stop a hole, hole, hole
though his ashes might.
Immortal Caesar dead and turned to clay
would stop a hole to keep the wind away.
But a man without a job
isn’t even as good as a gob
of clay.
Body and soul
he’s just a hole
down which the nation’s resources roll
away.