Hello to you my sweet young friends
Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
My shirt's turn my time's near done
T ouching the untouchables but t hey don't know
Res pect the disrespectables but in the end you know
You turn away what can I say?
S pend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
T ell my secretary I ain't t akin' any calls
And i f you want to find me j ust ask the boys...
Down at the wall. ..That's where I'll be...
Oh...
O h oh oh oh
O h oh oh oh
O h oh oh oh
O h oh oh oh
P ark bench and cigarettes
Can you help me get off this fence?
Can't you see I'm just an old man
Tryin' hard do what I can
T ouching the untouchables but t hey don't know
Res pect the disrespectables but in the end you know
You turn away what can I say?
You'll never never know
You'll never know