In a bone dry shack
Down on Oceanside
Drive where the boredom fools urban people inside
The thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube
A gang of deadbeats blow a last dube
Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride
And we'll be working the strip till after high tide
He's a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit
s**ing money from a straw
Like nectar from a fruit
It's outrageous looking for Gabbio
It's contagious making plans to go looking for Gabbio
Hard times and the street is what he knows
Gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto
In a rubbish heap, want food to eat
Anything goes when you livin on da street
Gun shots make other youth fall
Feel you're bad but you can't k** dem all
Through tribulation he still stand tall
Gabby know soon will be the final call
Hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye
Of who wanted it all but now needs to get high
Down on the corner in a bridesmaid's gown
Shattered and shivering and going to town to see this...
Salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie
Sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye
But we got cheaper and better from a guy I know
That's why I'm making plans to go
Looking for Gabbio