i m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day counting all my blessings as i m counting all the money i ve accumulated on my way i don t want your plastic gods tin pot religions and silly ideas all i want is your money i listen to you but i know you have nothing to say i m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day i m an emancipated firework exploding on your busy street strumming my guitar as you pass in your car always trying to knock me clean off my feet i don t care if you own the whole world the stars in the sky or a heavenly body you re wasting your time if it s only that that you re trying to convey cos i m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day i m an emaciated hipster drinking dreams and eating consciousness standing in the gutter in the middle of a splutter hiding horrors underneath my largesse i d be hoarse for a million years trying to rescue my brain from the flood of my mind and all that i need seems to me to be needless to say cos i m just a sophisticated beggar living underneath your summer day