This is a musical number i wrote for a sceneΒ Β on a play i am writing titled Mister Gates and the Return From Nowhere. In this scene Mister Gates is being followed home by bums.
BUMS: It's a cruel, dull life In the slums, (In the slums) Considered by the village We are bums, (we are bums!)
You have silken sheets And warm feather beds We have city streets With a rock to lay our heads!
(TO MISTER GATES)
Please, Mister! Please! Could you spare a moment of your time? A portion of your love Indeed Could make a world so fine! Please, Mister, Please!
Mister Gates: I work all day, To the common man I'm a slave! And yet the people here Expect me to give it all away!
Bums: Think about the children, Do you have any of your own? Winter's here again at last And we are forced to roam!
Our stomachs all are empty, But our dreams they are full We are down to our last shilling A life of a *** is absolutely cruel!
Please, Mister! Please! Could you spare? Be so kind! A portion of your copper Would feed their children and mine! Please, Mister Please!