Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man On The Street (Act One), artist - Barry McGuire.
Date of issue: 03.12.2018
Song language: English
Man On The Street (Act One) |
I was walking up the street the name you needn’t know |
With one hand buried in my ear a listening to the radio |
When a man comes up to me and asks exactly who I am |
I told him I was the bluechin brother of the King of Siam |
I whispered «I'm incognito would you please not spread it |
Around» |
I wrote it on a pad he had and threw it to the ground |
He swore to keep my secret quoting lines of moral law |
And then he grabbed my arm the next thing I know I’m sitting |
In this bar |
He started drawing on about the sorrows of his day |
I smiled and looked around to see how I could get away |
I asked what he thought of WW2 he said he dug the book much |
Better |
He was a Phys. |
Ed teacher and on his chest there was a Scarlet |
Letter |
Just then a 6'8' blonde sits down right next to me |
She said her name’s Yvette and starts talking about her |
Medical history |
With blue eyes that drive you crazy my heart was beating wild |
She’d told me she was in misery ache was a very sickly child |
Well Just than mighty Joe Young gets up and he starts to cry |
He whined I’ll see you later and I tipped my crown goodbye |
I apologized for the interruption and she continued without |
A glance |
Told me how her doctor thought she had St. Vitus' Dance |
Oh I was getting nowhere so I told her it’s been sweet |
She asked me what my fame was I said Mr. man on the street |
By the time I got outside again the sun had already set |
I was walking by the bank just thinking about Yvette |
When this motorcycle policeman oh he roll up to me |
And he says I look suspicious can he looks at my ID |
I told him I forget it ah In my room again |
Well he threw me on his cycle and charged me with loitering |
He asked me what I called myself I told him Jesse James |
Well he got real mad and said I better come up with my real name |
I said this is a hold up and I want your motorbike |
He jumped off fast and growled at me and I stole into the night |
I drove around a little while with my siren blowing |
I had no place to be and I don’t care where I’m going |
I ditched the bike downtown somewhere I was dying on my feet |
I searched for an open crevice I could get some sleep |
I guess I wake this bum up who started shouting at the top of |
His lungs |
«Just who the hell do you think you are» I said «Napoleon?» |
He yelled at me I got no right to invade his domain |
Well I crossed my eyes tucked my head in my shirt and |
Pretended I was insane |
He sort of I looked me over and believed I was for real |
He asked it I was hungry and started cooking up a meal |
And then he started getting friendly and says he’s not a bum at all |
But an elevator operator who just took a nasty fall |
Out of habit he asked me for a dime then he realized what he did |
His grimy face sank to the ground he knew he’d hit the skids |
He says, «Society's to blame not ma I’d work if they asked me to |
Machines have taken over what real men used to do |
And I don’t want to be a part of a world that’s made me an |
Outcast» |
And then he started muttering all about his ludicrous past |
I couldn’t take no more and I jumped to my feet |
He asked my where I was going l said to meet Mr. Man on the |
Street |