Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

O How Terrible It Must Be For A Young Man-- Seated Before A Family And The Family Thinking We Never Saw Him Before! He Wants Our Mary Lou! After Tea And Homemade Cookies They Ask What Do You Do For A Living

I Moved Up Over Lower East Side And I Was Adopted By Eight Foster Parents; I Lived All Over New York City With These Parents, Man, Till I Was About Ten Years Old.

I Just Trust People And They Sense Everything's Gonna Be Alright.

Ah, If I Were Dictator I'd Have Poets Throwing Bombs!