What can I do, I’m 82
No work at all, no one to call
I’ve got no friends and no one lends broke
Some joke
I’m feelin’ weak, my bones all creak
I ask for help, I don’t want dough
But folks won’t stop, ‘cause they don’t know
I’m slow
I met a guy who’s very nice
He helps me walk, gives me advice
He lets me talk, he offers me dough
I say no
I walk the street; I’ve got bad feet
No place to stay, from day to day
It’s gettin’ cold and I’m alone
And old
What can I do, I’m 82
No work at all, no one to call
I’ve got no friends, no one lends broke
Some joke
I walk the street; I’ve got bad feet
No place to stay, from day to day
It’s gettin’ cold and I’m alone
And old

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