Well, I recall days in the city. And I think back, oh what a pity. Rememberin' how it wasn't pretty. Everyday life in the city. . Out in the street we had to take it.
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears. While we all sup sorrow with the poor. There's a song that will linger forever in our ears.
Gotta bar lean, I'm looking mean. I need a drink, I've gotta drink to think. You say I'm drunk but that's me in the mirror. Looking for a fight who says "...".
Well, you know the boss was a good man,. But kindness on it's own don't pay.. "you can figure you're part of the cut-back". Was all that he could say..
I ain't got a nickel to call mine. The government has made me pay my tax on time. They've taken all my bread and left me here for dead. I ain't even got a lousy dime.