There's this little old lady She lives on the streets She's got nappy hair And rags on her feet Grimy hands and a dirty face Every night she sleeps In a different place Sometimes I see her Downtown bumming change Acting real crazy Talking to herself She wears a tattered old coat In the pouring rain Drinking cheap wine Everyday's the same A two dollar bed at the mission tonight Man that cheese sandwich Will sure taste alright Sometimes I see her On the street corner In a shopping cart She carries her life