Peanut butter and potato chips

There must be a hole in my pocket
Or maybe in my head
I've looked in the car seats
And underneath my bed
But I can't find a dime
Or a nickel to rub
My stomach is growling
I'm an unwashed slob
Eating peanut butter
And potato chips
I'm the worlds oldest
Fourth grader
I can whine like a bitch
I'm the cranky old man
Get off my lawn you kids
My stomach is growling
I'm an unwashed slob
I'm eating peanut butter
And potato chips
I live in one room of a big old house
Keep the lights out
So I can't see the depression
All around me
Too bad there's no closet
To hang myself in
They'd find me in there
With my peanut butter
And potato chips