Well, I'll sing you a song, it ain't very long
About an old man, he never done wrong
How he died, no one can say
They found him dead in the street one day
Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn'
At the man whose clothes and shoes were torn
There on the sidewalk, he did lay
They stopped and stared and they went their way
Well, the policeman come and he looked around
"Get up, old man or I'm takin' you down"
And he jabbed him once with his billy club
The old man then rolled off the curb
Well, hmm, Jesus Christ-
Can't get it, I've-I lost the verses
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