Poor old organ grinder
Coming this way
Children drop their mumbly pegs they play
Passersby pass by
Sad street merchants cry
People on the gone
Stop and go
Poor old grinder
Monkey behind
Tugging coat sleeves
Rattles his tin cup
Bystanders standing by
Seem to wonder why
Out of place
His smiling face but
He can remember back to way back when
Underneath the big top was his big time then
Summer 1902
The circus is coming through
Hey rube get out of the way
The clown wiill sing and the band will play
Spotlight opening night
They all gaze up to the highwire tight
Rope breaks, he's tumbling down
He falls to the ground and people stand around
And around and around
Poor old organ grinder
Crippled and blind
Cranking out another daily grind
old and wrinkled
Face is frowning out
Bitterness must be his name but
Don't let it into your mind
He's got no axe just his organ to grind
Poor old organ grinder