Here he come walking down the street

Got them funky ragged things on his feet

He got half a busted moon in his smile

Now I know he's walked that long and lonely mile



He's got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack

He see a red door and he want to paint it black

He's got a vote for you now if you dare

To not pretend that he's not there



Yeah, he抯 coming down on you

Yeah, what'cha you gonna do?

Your the only one walking down the street

He's the only one that you're likely to meet

At this hour baby,



You're so used to living in luxury

Greed's made you blind and you just can't see

So many people in the world today

Who won't ever have things their own way



You live protected, respected, inside the law,

You're sunny-side-up, he's wearing his yolk raw

You say you never took nothing he'd refuse,

He's living off the crap, man, that you can't use