Du du du du du du du

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles

Such are ppromises

All lies and jest

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

Wu wu wu wu wu wu

Du du du du du du du du du

When I left my home

And my family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station

Running scared

Laying low

Seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the place only they would know

Lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie lie la lie

Asking only workman's wages

I come looking for a job

But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores

On Seventh Avenue

I do declare

There were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

Lie la lie lie la lie hu wu wu wu wu wu

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

Going home

Where the New York city winters

Aren't bleeding me

Leading me leading me

Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame

I am leaving I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

Wu wu wu du du du

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie

Lie la lie lie la lie