He breaks into a solo that
cuts through the traffic's din
And everyone who knows him knows its Geza checkin' in
Strangers turn in wonder, start to laugh but hold it under
As they get a load of Geza's wailing ways.
I shouldn't laugh but I do, I do
The sounds are for himself and not for you
If you were to listen well I don't think he'd mind
As he clicks, whoops, and hollers away the time.
Geza lives at home now, though
his hair has gone away
Evenings sweeps the newsstand near the business of the day
Hollers only when he's walking when he stops he starts talking
To those who know of Geza's wailing ways.
[Repeat Chorus and First Verse]
© 1983 by John Gorka