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Old Begging Woman

Anyone know the way, to Easy Street?

I hear the kids eat caviar, not boiled sweets

No hungry masters with their hands out for more

No hungry hounds lickin’ crumbs off the floor

No toothless beggars cryin’ out for a fillin’

No shakin’ of jars for a shiny shillin’

They don’t play fiddle to an empty tweed cap

Man in the suit sends the money to their App

Can you show me the way, to Easy Street?

Where the ladies of the night don’t feel the heat

They got flowers in their hands and their curly locks

Picked fresh out the garden not a cardboard box

easy street

Old Begging Woman

And hey, just saw me a cardboard box go by

I guess another neighbour got re-possessed

Gonna get screwed by a fat cat pest

Caught up, splat out, and kicked around

Stitched up, flat out, homeless bound

Just another cardboard box, goes by

Anyone know the way, to Easy Street?

I heard you can learn the art of deceit

But not for blue collar crimes and petty crooks

It’s white collar level outta’ secret books

Accountant plays the fiddle and the fiddle plays on

They’ll get a new fiddle when all the money’s gone

All their ducks in order, they can swim in the moat

Throw a little bread out, when it’s time to vote

Can you show me the way, to Easy Street?

Grand design homes, and the lawns cut neat

All the fancy houses come in separate blocks

Not a broken down, soggy, old cardboard box

And hey, just saw me a cardboard box go by

I guess another neighbour got re-possessed

Gonna get screwed by a fat cat pest

Caught up, splat out, and kicked around

Stitched up, flat out, homeless bound

Just another cardboard box, goes by

If I find my way down, to Easy Street

I’ll give all the fat cats, their own cardboard seat

I won’t charge ‘em rent, or a high interest rate

As long as they accept the terms at the gate..they read

​​These lyrics are about...the 'haves' and the 'have nots'...and sparing a thought for the less fortunate, wm

‘You’re welcome here, and welcome to remain

But don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s rain

And when your fiddle plays hard to your shares and stocks

Make it play a little harder for every cardboard box'

lyrics are copyright © 2023 by whistle martin

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