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Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight |
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And nobody flinched down by the arcade |
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And the marquees weren't weeping they went stark-raving mad |
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And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made |
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And his cold trousers were twisted and the sirens high and shrill |
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And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill |
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And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins |
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And the raconteurs and roustabouts said 'Buddy come on in 'cause |
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'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now they're walking with a limp |
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Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight' |
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And nobody flinched down by the arcade |
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And the burglar alarm's been disconnected |
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And the newsmen start to rattle |
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And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle |
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And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment |
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And the furniture is bargains galore |
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But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor |
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And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street |
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And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance |
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And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants 'cause |
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'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight |
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And no one's gone over to close his eyes |
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And there's a racing form in his pocket |
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Circled 'Blue Boots' in the third |
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And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word |
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As the siren tears the night in half and someone lost his wallet |
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Well a surveillance of assailance it that's what you want to call it |
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And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics |
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With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos |
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And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck and nah |
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She won't let you kiss her but what the hell do you expect |
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And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume |
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Well they'll bark you down like carneys sell you Christmas cards in June but |
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But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight |
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And his headstone's a gumball machine |
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No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams |
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Someone's hosing down the sidewalk and he's only in his teens 'cause |
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'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight |
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And a fistful of dollars can't change that |
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And someone copped his watch fob and someone got his ring |
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And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat |
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And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough |
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And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off 'cause |
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'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight yeah |
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Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight |
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