Santa Claus Blues

[Chorus]
No money, no honey to buy a present for me
Nobody, no toddy to make things pleasant for me
Last night my stocking I hung
Just like when I was young
But this morning there was a vacancy
No mingling, no jingling coin
No pickin' on chicken, pork chop, tenderloin
Soon I'll hear the New Year's chimes
That just means more hard times
Bad luck, you're hard to lose
I got the Santa Claus blues

[Chorus 2]
No money, no honey to buy a present for me
Nobody, no toddy to make things pleasant for me
Last night my stocking I hung
Just like when I was young
But this morning there was a vacancy
No mingling, no jingling coin
No pickin' on chicken, pork chop, tenderloin
It seems that every now and then
The poor house pages me again
Bad luck, you're hard to lose
I got the Santa Claus blues