| Once upon a time, you dressed so fine, |
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Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, |
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People call, say "Beware, doll, |
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You thought they were all kiddin' you. |
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Everybody that was hangin' out, |
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But now you don't talk so loud, |
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Now you don't seem so proud, |
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About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal. |
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You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely, |
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But you know you only used to get juiced in it. |
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You never had to live out on the street, |
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But now you're gonna have to get used to it. |
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You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat |
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Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat. |
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Ain't it hard when you discover that |
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He really wasn't where it's at |
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After he took from you everything he could steal. |
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You never turned around to see the frowns |
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On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. |
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Never understood that it ain't no good. |
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You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you. |
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You said you'd never compromise |
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With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize |
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He's not selling any alibis |
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes |
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And he says, "Do you want to make a deal?" |
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Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people |
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They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made. |
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Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts, |
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You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe. |
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At Napolean in rags and the language that he used |
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Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse |
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When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose |
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Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. |
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