Touching the Untouchables

Hello to you my sweet young friends

Have you got money perhaps you could lend
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun

My shirts turn my times near done

Touching the untouchables but they dont know

Respect the disrespectables but in the end you know
You turn away what can I say

Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no Jones and I pay no rent

I have to stand straight because my backs so bent
Tell my secretary I aint takin any calls

And if you want to find me just ask the boys

Down at the wall Thats where Ill be

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Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Park bench and cigarettes

Can you help me get off this fence

Cant you see Im just an old man

Tryin hard do what I can

Touching the untouchables but they dont know

Repect the disrespectables but in the end you know

You turn away what can I say

Youll never never know

Youll never know