Handing out and around poor man put your books away
with no teeth how can you eat today
Lend me just one minute of your toothless smile
step off this street-corner and give me just a minute of your time
I see your street that you call home
If I stand back I can hear the streetcar moan
The steam from the street has left me blind
As I stutter here I’ve been left behind
With the wise words that you preach
your written knowledge and toothless speech
I don’t wanna be a poor man’s wife
but you’ve offered me your brick-house and your life
