Standing on the corner of eleventh street.
Oh, just a bum from country trying to look real neat.
Haven't got a dollar, I haven't got a dime.
Haven't got a watch; so I ain't got the time.

      Hey, good-looking, like your style.
      But no dice, son, she walks on by.
      Need some money, need some wheels.
      Make a dollar, make a deal.

   Yeah yeah yeah, got to see mother.
   Yeah yeah yeah, calling nine.
   Yeah yeah yeah, do you love me?
   Yeah yeah yeah, I'm on cloud nine.

      Hey, good-looking, like your style.
      But no dice, son, she walks on by.
      Need some money, need some wheels.
      Make a dollar, make a deal.

   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah...(repeat & fade)

           - Richard Stanley