Run to the newsstand, boy, for a paper
Here's the change you will owe
Pass all the smoking girls and their babies
Where they nurse in the road
And read me, read what has taken place
And we might see sporting races fruitful today
Run to the newsstand, boy, I'm too tired
But I'll show you the way
Pass every chain-linked dog, every fire
And that music they make
And read me, read what building's blowing down
And we might see famous faces riding through town
Run to the newsstand, boy, I heard maybe
Of a chance for some rain
Pass every preaching man talking crazy
By the bus stop again
And we may read the scandals of the fair
And we might see foreign photos, love changing hands somewhere