Hello, Leroy Hello, Scrap 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? Boy, depression's got me The depression's on, and it's really on bad 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 ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh ooh The depression is 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