I know there was a story, cause he'd been sitting there for years Behind a cardboard sign, waiting for pity and dollars The young blood gathered ‘round waiting for questions To turn into answers… (chorus) He's got a chauffeur driver He's got a green limousine He's a millionaire In a wheelchair Edge of the freeway Drive-thru h**n And caviar One day he appeared in his green limousine And put himself in his chair And rolled down the street To a sweet little spot, and he set up his shop… (repeat chorus) He's the freeway pharmacist The cars are waiting in a line While he reads Voltaire In his wheelchair Edge of the freeway Drive-thru h**n And CaviarAnd the freeway pulses With the blood of the city He's just a pusher He's not a guru…