Ode Lyrics - Hang Time - Soul Asylum

Well, my friend Jud he was a fuddy-dud 

Chewed his cud, was a stick in the mud 

I swear he hated everyone 

And he's bumming nickels and bumming dimes 

But most of all you know he's just bumming time 

And every day was a bad day 

They walked out and on and over him 

He was turning gray 

Never knew love, he gave up on hope 

Stayed in bed and he stopped using soap 

Was a dirty old man 

But he never said poor little old me 

Poor, poor 

Now, one fine day he won the lottery 

Instant millionaire without a care 

It didn't change a thing 

Drove up to Reno he lost everything at a roadside casino 

You know he never made it into town 

Where the bright lights trickle down 

He was a casualty 

Well, he ran out of food and all he got 

Was more lewd and crude, he was very rude 

The only thing he hated worse than the city 

Was charity and self pity, he'd been around 

I talked to him that's what I found 

He was a casualty 

Poor little old me 

Poor, poor casualty