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 ?? and 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