| I sing at the corner my cap at my toes
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| I sing all those songs of joy, sadness and woe
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| They stand on the pavement the tenors join in
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| The rest whilst my back’s turned have big toothy grins
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| Then for an encore I’ll wilt to the stand
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| And snap on the keyboard of my baby grand
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| They move away as the hail hits the ground
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| I’m left there laughing I’ve just made a pound
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| Then you came along and asked me to sing
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| The song, I enquired, she said — anything
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| I cover my eyes and I burst into song
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| And when I had finished I left, she was gone
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| Then back to the Palace I find my steps lead
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| I take off my shoes and I watch my toes bleed
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| I sit there and wonder when you’ll come again
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| I must get back to the corner again
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| I look at the corner from behind the door
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| Some people are standing there must be a score
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| There’s nobody singing or moves at their fears
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| Everybody joins hands and they hold back the tears |