There's this little old lady
She lives on the streets
She's got nappy hair
And rags on her feet
Grimy hands and a dirty face
Every night she sleeps
In a different place

Sometimes I see her
Downtown bumming change
Acting real crazy
Talking to herself

She wears a tattered old coat
In the pouring rain
Drinking cheap wine
Everyday's the same
A two dollar bed at the mission tonight
Man that cheese sandwich
Will sure taste alright

Sometimes I see her
On the street corner
In a shopping cart
She carries her life