Scrapper: Hello, Leroy Leroy: Hello, Scrap Scrapper: Boy, what's the matter with your clothes? Why you look raggeder 'n a barrel of kraut You look like you might have a mind to run rabbits or somethin'. Why I've never seen you look like you do Tell me this, just what is the matter with you? Leroy: Boy, Depression's got me The Depression's on, and it's really on bad The Depression's on, and it's really on bad Now Lord I can't have no good times I once have had There have been times I have had plenty of dough There have been times I have had plenty of dough But the rent man done told me I couldn't stay here no more Ooh ooh oo-ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh oo-ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh The Depression's on me and I don't know what to do So this is all I have to say, I'll be on my way So this is all I have to say, I'll be on my way But I hope this Depression will get over and things will come my way