Can't get no work, can't draw no pay, Unemployment getting worser every day Nothing to eat and no place to sleep, All night long folks walkin' the street Dog-gone, I mean the panic is on. Saw a man this morning walkin' down the street In his BVDs, no shoes on his feet. You ought to seen the women callin' in the flats I could hear 'em sayin', 'What kind of man is that?' Dog-gone, I mean the panic is on