Poor Boy

He's always alone, wrapped up in his plight
With his hands in his pockets he's walking in the night
With his dark eyes a lookin', he's a poor boy
His dark eyes a lookin', he's a poor boy
He can't seem to keep any, any buttons on his clothes
And the shoes on his feet are pinching on his toes
And his hair wants a cuttin', he's a poor boy
His hair wants a cuttin', he's a poor boy

Hey, poor boy
Well now what's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Can you hear me when I shout?

Well, he's working every day, slaving for his pay
And all them pretty women they, they love to swish and sway
And they always overlook him, he's a poor boy
They always overlook him, he's a poor boy
Well, May turns into June, walking through the park
And way off in his world he's a dreamin' in the dark
With his mind on fire, he's a poor boy
His mind on fire, he's a poor boy

Hey, now, now, poor boy
Yeah, what's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Oh, can you hear me when I shout? Hey

Well, the streets are alive, everybody laughs
People come and go and they're snapping photographs
And he's over by the river, he's a poor boy
He's over by the river, he's a poor boy

Well, spring has come and gone now, and how much time you got?
Time's a flying by, yes, and summer's getting hot
And he's listenin' to the thunder, he's a poor boy
He's listenin' to the thunder, he's a poor boy

Hey, now, now, poor boy
Tell me what's it all about?
Hey, poor boy
Can you hear me when I shout? Alright

Yes, I'm gonna shout