He comes in old worn shoes he does
--
Ole derby hat
Twisted tie
---

Struts the street with twinkling eye

---

Says so
Many things ----who knows?

--

We don't talk much round here --you got it !

(The Police)

••

••

The cardboard mountains that we
Seen

We seen at the Museum

(The only ones we ever seen)
----

We use ta dream but not no more

We just want something to eat

And holy rivers they must be

By the Rich Men
Owned

••

He struts around bold poverty
As if it were

Nothing  at all

----

He says so many things

And will

Until

The Policeman calls
••

••