♪ An overcoat upon a bench And inside seventy years Of worry, toil, doubt and pain And a million little tears A tattered coat of hairy bone Is known at least a dozen homes But it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new Yes, it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new But to the wearer warms his name That coats an ember to kindle a flame Keeps out both the wind and rain And so protects his worn out brain God bless him Yes, it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new Yes, it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new But a hairy bone coat can make your heart go When it wants to stop and so They found him there at ten o'clock Upon his bench, his heart had stopped God bless him Yes, it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new Yes, it's home to you That dirty old overcoat that once was new When it wants to stop and so They found him there at ten o'clock Upon his bench, his heart had stopped But a hairy bone coat can make your heart go When it wants to stop and so They found him there at ten o'clock Upon his bench, his heart had stopped God bless him