Down On The Street

B.J. Thomas

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I said to Reverend Wiley why are you so wild
He said, my mother was the topless dancer
And I was the only child
I said, my friend that is no reason
For you to be such a freak
’Twas then he punched me in the mouth
And said, turn the other cheek

Down on the street, down on the street
I said oh, my home was down on the street

I said to crazy Jerry
Why’s that mirror on your head
So I can see myself walking down the street
That’s exactly what the man said
He asked me for a place to spend the winter
Cause he was in need of a rest
I said if you want to sleep in the echo chamber
Then you can be my guest

Down on the street, down on the street
I said oh, my home was down on the street

In walked brother Neil
And he stroked his beardless chin
He said, if the yellows and whites don’t get you
The reds will do you in
I said, have you tried freon gas
It will make you feel like a prince
He headed for the nearest refrigerator
And we haven’t seen him since

Down on the street, down on the street
I said oh, my home was down on the street