“All Going Out And Nothing Coming In” é uma famosa canção de ragtime e vaudeville lançada em 1901, escrita e interpretada pelo lendário artista Bert Williams.
A música reflete o humor característico de Williams, abordando com ironia as dificuldades financeiras e o custo de vida, onde as despesas superam os ganhos.
Letra Original (Lyrics)
(Abaixo está a letra completa da canção em seu inglês original da época)
Verse 1
I ain’t never done nothing to nobody
I ain’t never got nothing from nobody, no time, nohow
And until I get something from somebody, sometime, somehow
I’ll never do nothing for nobody, no time, nohow.
Money is the root of all evil, someone said
But it’s a root that I like to have around until I’m dead
My wife says I’m lazy, but I’m just economizing my strength
And when it comes to spending money, she goes to any length.
I ain’t never done nothing to nobody
I ain’t never got nothing from nobody, no time, nohow
And until I get something from somebody, sometime, somehow
I’ll never do nothing for nobody, no time, nohow.
Money is the root of all evil, someone said
But it’s a root that I like to have around until I’m dead
My wife says I’m lazy, but I’m just economizing my strength
And when it comes to spending money, she goes to any length.
Chorus
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound
You’ve got to have the collateral or you can’t stay in town
It’s all going out and nothing coming in.
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound
You’ve got to have the collateral or you can’t stay in town
It’s all going out and nothing coming in.
Verse 2
I went into a restaurant as hungry as a bear
I ordered up a beefsteak and I pointed to a chair
The waiter brought the steak in and he laid it on the plate
I reached into my pocket, but I found I was too late.
I didn’t have a penny, no, I didn’t have a red
The waiter took that beefsteak and he hit me on the head
He threw me out the doorway and he said, “Don’t come back no more!”
And now I’m singing this little song as I walk along the shore.
I went into a restaurant as hungry as a bear
I ordered up a beefsteak and I pointed to a chair
The waiter brought the steak in and he laid it on the plate
I reached into my pocket, but I found I was too late.
I didn’t have a penny, no, I didn’t have a red
The waiter took that beefsteak and he hit me on the head
He threw me out the doorway and he said, “Don’t come back no more!”
And now I’m singing this little song as I walk along the shore.
Chorus
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound
You’ve got to have the collateral or you can’t stay in town
It’s all going out and nothing coming in.
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound
You’ve got to have the collateral or you can’t stay in town
It’s all going out and nothing coming in.
Verse 3
My landlady came to me, she said, “Your rent is due”
I said, “My dear kind lady, that is very, very true”
She said, “Well, if you’ve got the cash, just hand it right to me”
I said, “I haven’t got a cent, as you can plainly see.”
She grabbed me by the collar and she shook me up and down
She said, “You lazy rascal, you’re the biggest tramp in town!”
She threw my trunk into the street and told me to be gone
And that is why you hear me now a-singing this sad song.
My landlady came to me, she said, “Your rent is due”
I said, “My dear kind lady, that is very, very true”
She said, “Well, if you’ve got the cash, just hand it right to me”
I said, “I haven’t got a cent, as you can plainly see.”
She grabbed me by the collar and she shook me up and down
She said, “You lazy rascal, you’re the biggest tramp in town!”
She threw my trunk into the street and told me to be gone
And that is why you hear me now a-singing this sad song.
Chorus
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound
When you ain’t got no money, well, you needn’t come ‘round
Because the rules of this society are strict and profound