I met my brother Phillip
On the streets of San Francisco
He was asking from me this one thing
He said, "Hello
My name is Phillip
Could you spare some change for a cup of tea?"
And then he walked away
To my dismay
But Phillip, you make good company
Phillip, this world is all about money
And I do think it's funny
We treat you like you're trash on the street
So why is this world my tragedy?
Phillip learned the hard way
That this world is so cruel
Why can't I get some relief?
Should I help my brother Phillip?
Or should I call a doctor?
All I did was leave him at the scene
But he's gone now
And I don't know how
But Phillip, you made good company
Phillip, this world is all about money
And I do think it's funny
We treat you like you're trash on the street
So why is this world my tragedy?