Park bench and cigarettes
You turn away, what can I say?
You turn away, what can I say?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
And if you want to find me, just ask the boys
Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
My shirt's turn, my time's near done
Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls
Tryin' hard, do what I can
Down at the wall that's where I'll be
I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
Can't you see, I'm just an old man
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you help me get off this fence?
