.I've found a place where the clothes don't fit
Where I can whistle up the road in the rain
The old night porter sweeping up the shit
Making his legitimate claim
I jibber-jabber at the sight of the food
The spit hanging off my chin
My tummy rumbles and my guts all grind
I am .
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