he sits in his window and watches the people go by make a chance to see him go for his laugh and for him is the rain plain kind not for his table his eyes they are burning his feet ain t going nowhere he don t care he sits in his bookshop and tries to sell you a book take a look think you better get along now you just passed him by he won t be there for long now you can tell all the family move sweet on you two flaming soldiers they won t get down they re forced to be with a move sweet on you move sweet on you come move sweet on you come move sweet on you