Tom Waits - A Nickel's Worth of Dreams lyrics

Well, the shoeshine boy's got lines around the block The bloodhound's let the convicts get away And after you're asleep, all the cheerleaders weep And the ham-and-eggers win the Irish Sweepstakes every day The paper boys make headlines and the janitors are winking As they're filling up their dustpans full of hundred dollar bills The never-do-wells and stingy-pins all ride around in taxis In the style that they have grown accustomed to And the parking lot attendants leave the money in the drawer And take that Corvette Stingray with a four-on-the-floor And pull into the filling station and instead of gasoline Say, 'Hey buddy, can you fill it with a nickel's worth of dreams?'