Walk quietly by, he won't bother you He's a busy man, he's got things to do All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard
Through summer heat and the winter snow You'll find him picking up the papers that people throw All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard
There's no rhyme nor reason Walking the streets of this wide world Can't find the answer to my restless troubled mind Please help, I keep asking Everybody's so busy, no they won't stop I got to keep on moving to rest this troubled mind
He doesn't care, nor does he know Of the outside world that comes and goes All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard
So walk quietly by, he won't bother you He's a busy man, he's got things to do All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
