Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel

Ain't got no silver spoon
Ain't no cream of the crop
All I got's a big fat ladle
To take care of this ugly barrel.
I scoop out the gezunk
I scoop out the frunk
The smell's so bad,
my hair's standing on end.
The others left so long ago.

But that's okay
They can have the cream
 Cos the gold's waiting for my ladle
At the bottom of the barrel.