Mister, Can You Spare A Dime

All right people, step right up

Don't be afraid to throw that change

Me and my buddy gonna play you a tune

Goes something like this

I got a friend that lives in the city, in New York City

Puts a brown bag under his arm

Walks down the street till he gets into a big box

Crawls inside and has a sea, t in a cardboard box

In the city, New York City stop

Two, three, four

He always finds the cheap wine

Its liquid heat but it makes a meal

Finally takes a drink and he shakes his head

No, life's not pretty in the city, New York City

Life's ladder is so hard to climb

So won't you spare a moment of your time

I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme

And say, 'Hey mister, can you spare a dime?'

Well, I'm standing on the edge of insanity

Looking over the edge

Things look greener on the other side

Sit around and worry about things

Wonder why, till I literally breakdown and cry

And it seems as though I've reached out

And slapped the world on the balls

Grabbed it by the throat

Slammed it up against the wall

Life's ladder is so hard to climb

So won't you spare a moment of your time

I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme

And say, 'Hey mister, can you spare a dime?'

Take it on back to Georgia boys, yeah

Mr Worley

So if you're looking down on me

Don't like what you see

I've been around a time or two

And I'll make a fool of you

And so what if I reached out

And slapped the world on the balls

Grab me by the throat

And slam me up against the wall

Life's ladder is so hard to climb

So won't you spare a moment of your time

I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme

And say, hey mister, hey mister

Life's ladder is so hard to climb

So won't you spare a moment of your time

I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme

And say, 'Hey mister, hHey mister, hey mister, can you spare a dime'

Give it up