When you`re born into the street
Among all unknown creatures
Your want and squalor makes litter seem a treat
You can have a little play
Then something to bite to warm your bones
What else you could ask for in such a humble creed
If you`re lucky enough
To shag a bitch from around the corner
Then you get the crabs to leave with true companions
You seem to have met so far too many strange people
To believe in ever meeting someone who is pure and true
Born with a silver spoon in your mouth
Spares oneself much trouble
Palaver`s yet to come to have real fun
Prince or pauper, rich or poor
You can feel like a son of a bitch or a fool
Now and then, You feel all alone
Like a rolling stone, though not free
Now, in the pouring rain you seek a drop of life
With ragged veins
You can feel so lonely
In a busy and crowded avenue
You`re falling apart slowly
Which another thing`s gonna leave you
You can still dream hopefully
To find someone to tell "I Love You"
You can sigh out peacefully
"At last I`m free!"
Now and then, you feel all alone
Like a rolling stone, though not free
Now, in the pouring rain
You seek a drop of life with ragged veins
In a Gucci`s brand new suit and cosy leather shoes
You shuffle down the street
On your, like a dog, bedraggled feet
In a rather shabby mood
You try to find some food
For your torrid heart
The dog that cannot bark
You`re looking for a spark
In the city, in the dark
In someone`s eyes you meet
The look that never cheats