Walking In the Village, NYC
July 11th, 1999Oh look, there's a dog with a sweater on!
And a man with a gold ring in his nose.
That woman's got a small little mustache,
and a large tear in her left panty hose.
There's a pigeon nibbling on some bread,
and a short dude with his hair all spiked up pink.
He's got a spraying can in his right hand,
ready to deface a woman in mink.
I see a couple of long shirts and pants,
and a poor fellow on the side so dirty…
Look! There's a woman lifting up her skirt!
Oh my my MY! She's so goddamn flirty!
A fire engine's siren is blaring,
and almost hits a jaded bank teller.
There's a policeman who's very husky,
too bad he's not stopping that drug seller.
I see a fat cigar in a man's mouth,
and a leather jacket on a short girl.
There's a sleazy staring at a lady,
and especially her shiny new pearl.
The smell of hotdogs and pretzels blows by,
and there's a sad soul who needs to be healed.
There's another dirty and depressed face,
who's not happy about the cards he's been dealed.