hello to you my sweet young friends have you got money perhaps you could lend i wash my leather face in the afternoon sun my shirt s torn my time s near done touching the untouchables but they don t know respect the disrespectables but in the end you know you turn away what can i say spend my nights in the telephone booth i make sure i leave the phone off the hook there are no jones and i pay no rent i have to stand straight because my back s so bent tell my secretary i ain t takin any calls and if you want to find me just ask the boys down at the wall that s where i ll be oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh park bench and cigarettes can you help me get off this fence can t you see i m just an old man tryin hard do what i can touching the untouchables but they don t know repect the disrespectables but in the end you know you turn away what can i say you ll never never know you ll never know1