Saturday, August 8, 2009
don't look at that poor man
dressed to go out and sitting alone
past the point of looking around
and he'll just fade away.
don't look at that poor lad
pounding the pavement and out of work
past the point of just going home
where "lazy" he hears all day.
don't look at that poor boy
dribbling his ball no more
past practicing and trying
and no team to let him play.
don't stare, don't look, don't gaze,
just slide past like there's no one there
they're not working and just no fair
getting paid just sitting there.
hey! who's that man with tie flappin'
stridin' like he's what's happ'nin'
past seein' us, past hearin' us,
for him always on holiday
hey! who's that lad in the fancy car
built to go fast though he doesn't drive far
past drivin' worryin' 'bout gas
struck it rich, got his lucky day
hey! who's that boy and a star
who ran so fast and got so far
past hopin' and dreamin': it all came true
and never wants to go on holiday.