Well, I ain't got much bread but it's alright
  I got the sun in the morning, got the moon at night
  Said, I ain't got much bugs in my bin, Sam
  Have another mother's ruin makes you feel alright
  Ah, who is it for, we shall overdraw
  
  Well, I don't talk like them but I don't care much
  I got a rich man's trumpet, poor man's crutch
  Maybe I like to live on Diner's Club and Dow-Jones
  But it's all one big community chest, and chance will break my bones
  Who so ever, what so ever it's for, we shall overdraw
  
  Oh, there's notice on the door, we shall overdraw
  
  Well, I have to think of contracts in the morning
  Could I scratch their backs, should they kiss my ring
  Will they, will they jump me without warning
  Making noises like a banker seems the only way to sin
  Go out to your neighborhood greenback store
  We shall overdraw
  Overdraw
  
  Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you send some bread to me
  You know I've just been busted and I need some security
  Oh, Mr. Banker, won't you write this song for us
  In ture taste you've relented, there's no grizzle in my lush
  Well, Mr. Ridley's bought a Bentley, Mr. Oldham sold his Rolls
  Mrs. Winston's fixing guineas, Mr. Carter's digging holes
  We'd like to thank you people for listening to our song
  We hope you get to hear the rest of the lyric
  Before they drop a bomb