As I was out walking on the corner one day. I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay. His face was all covered in the cold sidewalk floor. I guess he'd been there for a whole night or more.
Ain't it hard when you stumble. And land in some muddy lagoon?. Ain't it hard when you stumble. And land in some muddy lagoon?. Now when it's nine below zero.