he's got a seeing-eye beagle
and a pair of dark glasses
he plays a plastic accordion
as all the people pass by
sometimes he sells pencils
or carries a sign
he says "help me out brother
won't ya slip slip slip me a dime"

sitting in an arm chair
smoking that stuff
it never blows his cover
and nobody ever calls his bluff
he says "thank you" to your shadow
and laughs behind your back
then contemplates the tip sheet
and takes a tac tac taxi to the track

Lyrics by John Kruth Music by Glenn Wolff © 1979 zuni tunes