The old man and his bags full of memories in rags
wanders off on one more trip.
I think his ship is coming in.
He just
rummages in one more bin,
they don't make tramps like they used to
No
they don't make them any more
there is no one drinking 'jake' or
supping on a stoop,
'electric soup'
No
they don't make tramps like they used to.