Poor Mans Paradise Lyrics - Subdudes

Ain't got nothin' in my pocket 

I got holes in both of my shoes 

Ain't got nothing in my pocket 

But if I did, I'd give half to you 

Do do do do do do do do 

Do do do do do do do do 

Do do do 

My friend Clyde lost his house when the big winds blew 

And things have been a little rough 

But there's still fish in the bayou 

He can whip up a courtbouillon 

Whistlin' Jolie Blon 

In his poor man's paradise 

Sure is nice 

Neighbor Charles sits on the dock 

Drinkin' a Dixie Beer 

Tellin' stories to his dog 

that he scratches behind the ear 

Rockin' back and forth 

To his transistor radio in his poor man's paradise 

Callin' up Dr. Daddy-O and sayin' 'Play Fats Domino' 

Poor man's paradise, poor man's paradise 

Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right 

In his poor man's paradise 

Sweet Cleothilde is on the street 

Every single day 

Talkin' to her good friend Jesus 

And watching the children play 

She tells Clyde to come on by 

With some shrimp creole 

Forget our troubles and dance to Charlie's radio 

1 and 2 and 3 and 4 

Turn the music up some more 

2 and 3 and 4 and 5 

Ain't it good to be alive 

3 and 4 and 5 and 6 

This is how we get our kicks 

4 and 5 and 6 and 7 

All God's children go to heaven in a 

Poor man's paradise, poor man's paradise 

Doin', doin', doin', doin' all right 

In his poor man's paradise