Broken on the streets they are so brave The old man has nothing more to say Children in the park say you're not well But I know you're really everywhere I'll be there, snapping your fingers I'll be there, give me your hand Distant sounds are calling out your name Here's what porn are listening to say Children falling like a ladder The old man just sits alone and says I'll be there, snapping your fingers I'll be there, give me your hand His mind relates the children to his hand Wondering why his life has been so good Take the chance of using the idea Waiting for the handiness to clear I'll be there, snapping your fingers I'll be there, give me your hand *