Give me a dollar for a donut plain*
I read your mind for some Night Train
Homeless days have come, I'm a psychic bum
My drinking has made me a prophet

Verse 2

I can see how much money you've got to lend
Got to go buy me a bottle full of gin
Dollar daze have come, I'm a seeing funds
My drinking has made me a prophet

Refrain

Well they call me a prophet, cause I predict the suckers being born
Listen mister I can see, I've got to get back to the future once more
Any change? (this guy is really out there)

XXXpantion area

Verse 3

Send me some ripple to my astral plane
I ain't got mind to be job trained
Crystal bottled rum, I'm a reading alms
Fortelling, has made me a profit

Verse 4

I don't care how much money Ive got to beg
I've got to top off with my hollow peg leg
Captain Morgan Rum, I'm a sailing drunk
My boot is splitting a profit

(refrain)

Well I'm making a profit, But I'm drinking like a fishy on shore
Listen sailor I can see, you want to give to your mateys once more
Any change?
(repeat verse 1,2, and refrain)

*-If there actually was a donut plane, I'd bet it would fry and fly faster if it was glazed, due to the improved areodynamics