Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy Mama's little man And she calls him Hendershot His mama called him Hendershot
Be seen and not be heard, they told him He grew into a big man they call Hendershot They always call him Hendershot
Walking down the side streets of SoHo Chances are you'll bump into our friend Hendershot That's Hendershot
Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks Is a man selling handbags he gets from Hendershot But he doesn't call him HendershotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
