Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Daddy works in a rock and roll band He's a drummer man Plays all night in a crummy dive Down on Lincoln StreetLiving in a rat trap, hassle And a-hustle with the welfare plan Lord, it's tough when you're living With a dream of a drummer man Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Don't you know, little baby, bye and bye Daddy's really going to make it big Like Ringo done, be a Hollywood cat And live up in the canyon Where the sun shines If we can just hold on till We find that once in a lifetime plan Oh, Lord, it hurts to be living With a dream of a drummer man He's a drummer man, that's what he is And I love him so and I clean his jeans And I dry his tears, when the breaks don't come And it ain't no fun He's my man and he's a real good drummer It's a bummer when you've got to play the nickel And the dime, kind of job that don't pay enough To buy a can of beans, chicken bone's clean Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Daddy works in a rock and roll band He's a drummer man He beats out time, drinks a lot of Bad wine down on Lincoln Street One day daddy's going to be a star But in the meantime, oh Lord, it's tough To be living with a dream of a drummer man Child, it's tough but your daddy Is a dream of a drummer man
Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Daddy works in a rock and roll band He's a drummer man Plays all night in a crummy dive Down on Lincoln StreetLiving in a rat trap, hassle And a-hustle with the welfare plan Lord, it's tough when you're living With a dream of a drummer man Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Don't you know, little baby, bye and bye Daddy's really going to make it big Like Ringo done, be a Hollywood cat And live up in the canyon Where the sun shines If we can just hold on till We find that once in a lifetime plan Oh, Lord, it hurts to be living With a dream of a drummer man He's a drummer man, that's what he is And I love him so and I clean his jeans And I dry his tears, when the breaks don't come And it ain't no fun He's my man and he's a real good drummer It's a bummer when you've got to play the nickel And the dime, kind of job that don't pay enough To buy a can of beans, chicken bone's clean Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Hush, hush, little baby, don't you cry Daddy works in a rock and roll band He's a drummer man He beats out time, drinks a lot of Bad wine down on Lincoln Street One day daddy's going to be a star But in the meantime, oh Lord, it's tough To be living with a dream of a drummer man Child, it's tough but your daddy Is a dream of a drummer man
