I am a man of constant borrow
Ive got I.O.U.'s galore
I bid farewell to old Virginia
The place I learned to borrow from
(The place he learned to borrow from)

For 18 years Ive been in trouble
My only pleasure's plastic toys
For in the dark Im bound to borrow
My friends keep locks on all the doors
(His friends keep locks on all the doors)

Its fare thee well my empty wallet
I never expect to see you again
For Im bound to take from everybody
Perhaps you'll die and make me rich
(Perhaps you'll die and make him rich)

You can bury me in money valley
For many years where I may lay
And you will get back all your money
While I am sleepin' in my grave
(While he is sleepin' in his grave)

Maybe my friends think Im just a loser
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
You'll get your stuff back all some day
(You'll get your stuff back all some day)