The Little Dippers

In between the market stores
Where garbage rusts
And shadows crawl
A new breed is growing in the shade
From their master with a beard
Long fingers creeping very near
And you won’t know they’re there
Until you lay (?)
And there’s a flap by the store
Where they’re hunched upon the floor
And all above the crowd
Still rustling even here
You put your hand in
Your hand out
They pay a price
And you don’t shout
You got to find a friend
Bring your friend back here
You put your hand in
Your hand out
You now what the game’s about
To find the richest friend to bring back -here
Now they’re all around and everywhere
And you won’t know and I won’t tell
That maybe I could be a friend of theirs
…But
Just slip me a pound and maybe follow -me around
But keep your hands inside your pockets
and keep your gloves on
And sing
Hand in
Your hand out
They pay a price
And you don’t shout
You got to find a friend
Bring your friend back here
You put your hand in
Your hand out
You now what the game’s about
To find the richest friend to bring back -here
Your hand in
Your hand out
They pay a price
And you don’t shout
You got to find a friend
Bring your friend back here
You put your hand in
Your hand out
You now what the game’s about
To find the richest friend to bring back -here…