p.2. Hey, Look Me Over
Kid, when you need the crowd, the tickets are hard to sell
Still you can lead the crowd, if you can get up and yell...
Hey, look me over, lend me an ear, fresh out of clover, mortgaged up to here
But don't pass the plate, folks, don't pass the cup
I figure whenever you're down and out, the only way is up, and I'll be
Up like a rosebud, high on the vine. Don't thumb your nose, bud, take a tip from mine
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room, but let me get me some, and look out, world, here I come
Yes, look out, world, here I come,
hear me shout....world, here....I....come!