Hel-

lo

to

you,

my

sweet

young

friends

Have

you

got

mo-

ney

per-

haps

you

could

lend?

I

wash

my

lea-

ther

face

in

the

af-

ter-

noon

sun

My

shirt's

torn,

my

time's

near

done

Tou-

ching

the

un-

tou-

cha-

bles

but

they

don't

know

Re-

spect

the

dis-

res-

pec-

tab-

les,

but

in

the

end

you

know

You

turn

a-

way,

what

can

I

say?

Spend

my

nights

in

the

te-

le-

phone

booth

I

make

sure

I

leave

the

phone

off

the

hook

There

are

no

Jones'-

s

and

I

pay

no

rent

I

got-

ta

stand

straight

'cause

my

back's

so

bent

Tell

my

sec-

re-

ta-

ry

I

ain't

ta-

kin'

a-

ny

calls

And

if

you

want

to

find

me,

just

ask

the

boys

Down

at

the

wall

That's

where

I'll

be

Park

bench

and

ci-

ga-

rettes

Can

you

help

me

get

off

this

fence?

Can't

you

see,

I'm

just

an

old

man

Tryin'

hard,

do

what

I

can

Tou-

ching

the

un-

tou-

cha-

bles

but

they

don't

know

Re-

spect

the

dis-

res-

pec-

tab-

les,

but

in

the

end

you

know

You

turn

a-

way,

what

can

I

say?

You'll

ne-

ver,

ne-

ver

know

You'll

ne-

ver

know