Mister Can You Spare A Dime

All right people Step right up Don't be afraid to throw that change... Me and my buddy are going to play you a tune Goes something like this I got a friend that lives in the city, in New York City He puts a brown bag under his arm Walks down the street till he gets to big box Crawls inside and has a seat in a cardboard box in the city New York City and Stop. 2 3 4 He always finds the cheap wine It's liquid heat but it make a meal Finally takes a drink and shakes his head No life's not pretty in the city, New York City Life's ladder is so hard to climb So want cha spare a moment of your time I'll do a dance or sing you a rhyme and say Hey mister can you spare a dime? Well I'm standing on the edge of insanity Looking over the edge Things look greener on the other side Sit around and worry about things Wonder why till I literally brake down and cry And it seems if though I've reached out And slapped the world on the balls Grabbed it by the throat And slammed it up against the wall Life's ladder is so hard to climb