Market Town.
What a doozy walking round
With all these putrid people everywhere.
Youve gotta buy this!
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
Holding up a rotten pear.
But I hold on to my dollar,
Looking all around me.
In this place, I hide my face,
But dirty people hound me.
Market Street.
I could use a bite to eat,
But I dont want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
No, not a blanket!
Yes, its lovely but Im hungry,
And thats really not my favorite dish.
So I hold on to my moolah,
My mazuma, money.
Theres no trash thats worth my cash,
It all just smells too funny.
In Marketland,
You can buy whats in demand.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
In Marketland,
All the world is in your hand.
Id go wash it off now.
Market Lane.
Either Im going insane
Or theres an urchin hawking book reports.
Oh, thats a new one:
Some old guy with just one eyes
Selling his obviously soiled shorts.
But I hold on to my dollar,
Looking all around me.
In this place, I hide my face,
But dirty people hound me.
Market Hell.
Theres no food too old to sell.
There is no merchandise too urine-stained.
Youve gotta buy this!
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors.
Well, at least Im entertained.
Still I hold on to my moolah,
My mazuma, money.
Theres no trash thats worth my cash,
It all just smells too funny.
In Marketland,
You can buy whats in demand.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
In Marketland,
All the world is in your hand.
Id go wash it off now.
In Marketland,
You can buy whats in demand.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
In Marketland,
All the world is in your hand.
Id go wash it off now.
29 сен 2024
