| Song | Poor Boy |
| Artist | Elvis Presley |
| Album | The Real Elvis |
| 作词 : Matson, Presley | |
| Never sing for my supper | |
| I never help my neighbour | |
| Never do what is proper | |
| For my share of labour. | |
| I'm a poor boy | |
| And I'm a rover | |
| Count your coins and | |
| Throw them over my shoulder | |
| I may grow older | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it grows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If I cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Never know what I came for | |
| Seems that I've forgotten | |
| Never ask what I came for | |
| Or how I was begotten. | |
| I'm a poor boy | |
| And I'm a ranger | |
| Things I say | |
| May seem stranger than Sunday | |
| Changing to Monday. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it flows | |
| And nobody feels | |
| The worn down heels | |
| Nobody's eyes | |
| Make the skies | |
| Nobody spreads | |
| Their aching heads. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| He's a mess but he'll say yes | |
| If you just dress in white. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it blows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If you cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health | |
| Oh poor boy. |
| zuò cí : Matson, Presley | |
| Never sing for my supper | |
| I never help my neighbour | |
| Never do what is proper | |
| For my share of labour. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And I' m a rover | |
| Count your coins and | |
| Throw them over my shoulder | |
| I may grow older | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it grows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If I cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Never know what I came for | |
| Seems that I' ve forgotten | |
| Never ask what I came for | |
| Or how I was begotten. | |
| I' m a poor boy | |
| And I' m a ranger | |
| Things I say | |
| May seem stranger than Sunday | |
| Changing to Monday. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it flows | |
| And nobody feels | |
| The worn down heels | |
| Nobody' s eyes | |
| Make the skies | |
| Nobody spreads | |
| Their aching heads. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| He' s a mess but he' ll say yes | |
| If you just dress in white. | |
| Nobody knows | |
| How cold it blows | |
| And nobody sees | |
| How shaky my knees | |
| Nobody cares | |
| How steep my stairs | |
| And nobody smiles | |
| If you cross their stiles. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health. | |
| You may say every day | |
| Where will he stay tonight. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his life | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So keen to take a wife. | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So sorry for himself | |
| Oh poor boy | |
| So worried for his health | |
| Oh poor boy. |