"Said, the rain comin' down and the roof won't hold 'er

Well, I lost my job and I feel a little older

Car won't run and our love's grown colder

Maybe things'll get a little better in the mornin'

Maybe things'll get a little better

Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get?

Boney fingers, boney fingers

Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get?

Boney fingers, boney fingers"