The other day a charity guy came to me and he said he should give me some money for all the sick people in the hospitals. And he said that at any given time there are something like three or four hundred thousand people in this country alone who are in comas and who can't take care of themselves. And I got to thinking: They can't... or they WON'T? They don't work and they don't sweat And they don't pay no taxes yet And they won't lift a finger for themselves Still they've got enough to eat And life for them is such a treat Hiding in their comas all day long (Chorus) Coma bums, ain'tcha got no pride hey, Coma bums don't get hurt inside And don'tcha know that it's just not right To be hiding in your coma like a parasite Well I don't mind payin' my taxes but I don't wanna be supportin' a bunch of coma bums Late at night, at the end of day The coma bums all go out and play They laugh and they smoke and they whoop it up and they Charge it all to us Very next morning they're in bed again And nobody knows just where they've been Hiding in their comas with smiles on their faces 'Cause they think they're pulling a fast one on me (Chorus) If all'a their nonsense makes you sick We could put a stop to it quick Pull 'em outta the hospitals, leave 'em out in the rain Coma bums would find it strange if they had to pull their own weight for a change Here in America nobody's entitled to any more than he earns (Chorus)