A cripple, a leper, a blind man,
Homeless, brain-damaged, antique,
The king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
Her we adore,
She's earning good money,
She's a hard-working who*e.
No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak,
We beg that your heart it grows weak."
The king of the beggars, he walks in the street,
And these are the words that he speaks:
"My daughter, my daughter,
Her we adore,
She's earning good money,
She's a hard-working who*e;
Well, we live and we work in the street..."