作词 : Hay, Strykert
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

Touching the untouchables but they don't know

Respect the disrespectables  but in the end you know
You turn away  what can I say

Spend 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
Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls

And if you want to find me  just ask the boys

Down at the wall    That's where I'll be

Oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Park 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

Touching the untouchables but they don't know

Repect the disrespectables  but in the end you know

You turn away  what can I say

You'll never  never know

You'll never know