I went to a restaurant one time
With a chain-smoking woman
And spent every dime,
Going through four-hundred dollars or more.
She died, maybe cancer, I'm not sure.
In town they all talked about my stash--
Everyone said I had so much cash--
But I had barely enough to survive
With just a little left over to buy
Cider and doughnuts for kids' trick-or-treat.
After that, the long winter set in
With too little food and not enough heat.