God's Favorite Customer

Another night on the straits
All bug-eyed and babbling
Out on the corner of 7th and A
I’m in the business of living
Yeah, that’s something I’d say
All I need is a new friend
I’m only five blocks away
Speak to me
Won’t you speak, sweet angel?
Don’t you remember me?
I was God’s favorite customer
Beware the man who has everything
Everything that he wants
You can spot him from a mile away
In his gold chain and only one pair of socks
I’m out here testing the maxim
That all good things have to stop
The bar closes at five
But the big man is just opening shop
Speak to me (Oh, speak to me)
Won’t you speak, sweet angel?
Don’t you remember me? (Don't you remember me?)
I was God’s favorite customer
But now I’m in trouble
Speak to me (oh, speak to me)
Won’t you speak, sweet angel?
I need some company (I need some company)
I swear, just one more night longer