Just meet my gaze for a minute as you pass
And put a dollar in my hat cuz I gotta song
I gotta song about Little Bo Peep
I gotta song about the other man’s wife
I gotta song about the company you keep
I gotta song about the first man’s knife
I gotta song about a fool and his lady
He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine
Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line
Daddy was a busker down by the bay
Mama played his organ when she could
He sang for the tourists sprayed silvery gray
Mama had other jobs in the neighborhood
Daddy made me spout a pome ever day
just to get a little bit o' wine
Mama bought a ukulele told me learn how to play
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line
I gotta song about a woman with a gun
I gotta song about a dangerous creep
I gotta song about your moment of fun
I gotta song about some little lost sheep
I gotta song about a fool and his lady
He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine
Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line
When the first sun hits the skyscraper top
I'm stakin a claim on the station floor
Don’t get me wrong, babe you don’t have to stop
Put a dollar in my hat, babe I won’t ask for more
But after the commutes are over I’m free
How would you like to sip moonlit wine?
How would you like to see down on his knees
The greatest livin poet on this whole subway line?
I gotta song about a brand new day
I gotta song about the company you keep
I gotta song about a woman that way
I gotta song about her little found sheep
I gotta song about a fool and his lady
He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine
Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line
