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Outside the corner a different world |
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Conversation overheard, oh |
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Between a man and a saxophone |
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Saxophone and mister drunk and stoned, oh |
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He only knows one melody |
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You know which one I mean |
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I drop some change in his hat |
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And leave |
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Walk into the corner store |
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With neon signs and revolving doors, oh |
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As if just to add to the atmosphere |
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The man behind the counter |
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Has a snow white beard |
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That goes all the way down to the floor |
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I like the music on the radio |
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You know which one I mean |
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And this is how it goes |
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Da da, da da, da da, da da |
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Outside on the public phone |
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There he is again mister drunk and stoned, oh |
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He's got no money but a golden smile |
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Sidewalk torero wave me by, oh |
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I'm whistling his melody |
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You know which one I mean |
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Suddenly he stops playing |
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And looks at me |
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And the band goes |
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Da da, da da, da da, da da |
