A torn and shabby faded rug
  He's a secondhand dealer
  Getting deeper into debt
  He's a secondhand dealer
  And he wants what he can get for nothing

  His body's broken like that handle
  His clothes are shabby like that rug
  He's a secondhand dealer
  Dragging rubbish up a stair
  He's a secondhand dealer
  Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing

  Trips on a ?????
  Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor
  Leans on a table
  Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard

  Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
  Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight

  A man in such a poor condition
  Can't have so very long to go
  For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by
  And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing

  Gets out a bottle
  He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man
  Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs
  He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner

  Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
  Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight

  Will anybody mourn his passing
  Will they pull down the dirty shop
  Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?
  For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing
  For nothing, secondhand dealer