Sidewalk Serenade
Hey, mind your step!
There's a whole world down here. (hahaha)
Who needs a parlor with a velvet chair?
When you've got a stoop and the open air!
I know every merchant on the avenue,
And exactly what their pockets are keeping from you! (ooh-la-la)
Old Officer Higgins tries to run a tight beat,
But his boots are too heavy for these cobblestone streets!
I take a little apple from the grocery cart,
He calls it a crime,
I call it fine art!
Oh, the pavement is my playground,
the sky is my dome!
Every alleyway and corner is a place I call home!
No velvet, no lace,
no fancy set tee,
Just the grandest old sidewalk in the whole land of the free! (yippee!)
Selling morning papers, shout it loud and clear,
'Read all about the big news of the year!' A nickel in
my pocket makes me feel like a king,
While the elevated train makes the rafters ring!
Sometimes it gets cold when the winter winds blow,
And the streetlamps are shivering under the snow.
But you huddle up close with the rest of the crew,
And you dream of the stage like the big dreamers do. (ahhhh)
But wait!
The
sun is breaking through!
And we've got a brand new dance to do!
Five, six, seven, eight!
Oh, the pavement is my playground,
the sky is my dome!
Every alleyway and corner is a place I call home!
No velvet, no lace,
no fancy set tee,
Just the grandest old sidewalk in the whole land of the free!
Yeah, the streets are where I belong!
(haha) That's my song!