over there. Man . . . Well can't you hear we're selling rag and bone? Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home A broken trumpet or a telephone Come
see something over there (Whoo!) Man Well, can't you hear we're selling rag and bone? Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home A broken trumpet
We both forgot and forgave last time A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square Said City Hall wants us off the street There's no Christmas in
We've both forgot and forgave last time A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square Said City Hall wants us off the street There's no Christmas in
cheek And take it on the chin But Nora, it was no sin So Christmas was as blue For you as it was for me All those angels Trumpeting their ecstasy Your
We both forgot and forgave last time A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square Said City Hall wants us off the street There's no Christmas in the
something over there. Man . . . Well can't you hear we're selling rag and bone? Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home A broken trumpet or a telephone
Look, I see something over there. We got you here selling rag and bone Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home A broken trumpet or a telephone Ah