who roams this part of town
Runnin' numbers for the old folks,
he's had his ups and downs
Freakin' by in his two -tones,
A cartoon boy in an aging,
that cuts through the traffic's din
And everyone who knows him
Strangers turn and wonder,
start to laugh but hold it under
They get a load of Geza's whaling ways
I shouldn't laugh, but I do, I do
well, I don't think he'd mind
and hollers away the time
though his hair has gone away.
The evening sweeps the newsstand,
near the business of the day.
Hollers only when he's walking,
when he stops, he starts talking.
I shouldn't laugh, but I do, I do
well, I don't think he'd mind
and hollers away the tide
who roams this part of town
Runnin' numbers for the old folks,
he's had his ups and downs
Freakin' by in his two -tones,
A cartoon boy in an aging,
in an aging, dreamless world