I’m entitled to my title of Moocher,
And you to your title, Moochee;
Just remember to do your true duty,
And give all your earnings to me.

You anger me now by these cutbacks,
For you never cut back before.
How can I plan out my future,
When you’re ‘n undependable bore?

Such base, irresponsible actions
Have caused me to march down the street;
I’m now missing the best television,
And this labor is killing my feet!