[00:43.52]Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
[00:54.95]And nobody flinched down by the arcade
[00:59.44]And the marquees weren't weeping they went stark-raving mad
[01:04.24]And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
[01:08.80]And his cold trousers were twisted and the sirens high and shrill
[01:14.82]And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
[01:18.68]And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins
[01:23.49]And the raconteurs and roustabouts said 'Buddy come on in 'cause
[01:29.00]'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now they're walking with a limp
[01:34.67]Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight'
[01:40.35]And nobody flinched down by the arcade
[01:44.91]And the burglar alarm's been disconnected
[01:47.71]And the newsmen start to rattle
[01:50.65]And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
[01:57.01]And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
[02:00.25]And the furniture is bargains galore
[02:03.06]But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
[02:09.24]And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street
[02:12.73]And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
[02:15.67]And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants 'cause
[02:20.34]'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
[02:25.28]
[02:26.93]And no one's gone over to close his eyes
[02:29.73]And there's a racing form in his pocket
[02:32.85]Circled 'Blue Boots' in the third
[02:36.23]And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
[02:41.65]As the siren tears the night in half and someone lost his wallet
[02:46.21]
[02:46.89]Well a surveillance of assailance it that's what you want to call it
[02:53.15]And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
[02:56.16]
[02:59.33]With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
[03:04.47]
[03:05.39]And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck and nah
[03:09.89]She won't let you kiss her but what the hell do you expect
[03:13.63]And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume
[03:17.09]
[03:17.97]Well they'll bark you down like carneys sell you Christmas cards in June but
[03:24.27]But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
[03:30.51]And his headstone's a gumball machine
[03:33.38]No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
[03:39.24]Someone's hosing down the sidewalk and he's only in his teens 'cause
[03:45.73]'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
[03:51.60]And a fistful of dollars can't change that
[03:55.09]And someone copped his watch fob and someone got his ring
[04:00.09]And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
[04:03.70]And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
[04:09.63]
[04:10.80]And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off 'cause
[04:17.35]'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight yeah
[04:23.65]Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping they went stark-raving mad
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted and the sirens high and shrill
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said 'Buddy come on in 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight'
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket
Circled 'Blue Boots' in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half and someone lost his wallet
Well a surveillance of assailance it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck and nah
She won't let you kiss her but what the hell do you expect
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume
Well they'll bark you down like carneys sell you Christmas cards in June but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And his headstone's a gumball machine
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk and he's only in his teens 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And a fistful of dollars can't change that
And someone copped his watch fob and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight yeah
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight