Dm7
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
F G
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
Bb C
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
Dm7
You turn away, what can I say?
Dm7
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
F G
Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls,
Bb C
And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
Dm7
Down at the wall...That's where I'll be...
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Dm7
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
F G
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
Bb C
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
Dm7
You turn away, what can I say?
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You'll never, never know
C4 Dm7
You'll never know