(Got Rained on with His Own .38)



Well small change got rained on with his own .38

and nobody flinched down by the arcade

and the marquise weren't weeping

they went stark-raving mad

and the cabbies were the only ones

that really had it made

and his cold trousers were twisted,

and the sirens high and shrill

and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill

and the naked mannikins with their

cheshire grins

and the raconteurs

and roustabouts said buddy

come on in

cause the dreams ain't broken down here now

now ...they're walking with a limp

now that



small change got rained on with his own .38