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 turn 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 know.