I am a street singer
and I sing for my keep
For the people who pass
by my way on the street
I sung my way from London to France
New York to Frankfurt
and all the way back
New York to Frankfurt
and all the way back
Call me the busker
with the songs in my sack
With my guitar in hand
and the drum on my back
A -singin' your subways,
your trolleys and tarams
I am a street singer
and I'm proud that I am
Am a street singer,
I'm your singin'
Singin' man
There's a street bar in Paris,
they call Le Marseille
Change all your money on
the House and André
Give you a sandwich and pour you a beer
Give you a seat and they'll
lend you an ear
Give you a seat and they'll
lend you an ear
Way up in Zurich, I met a sweet thing
We flew day and night
like a couple birds on the wing
At times we were poor,
we always had some
We could sing a few songs,
we could feed two like one
Sing a few songs,
we could feed two like one
They'll call me the busker
with the songs in my sack
Put my guitar in hand
and the drum on my back
I'll sing in your subways,
your trolleys and trams
I am a street singer
and I'm proud that I am
I am a street singer, I'm just singing
Singing, man
On a night train to Rome,
we stopped in Milan
When I woke up, all my money was gone
With a voice and guitar,
well, I put on a show
By the time it got dark,
you know my pockets were full
By the time it got dark,
well, my pockets were full
Sweet Copenhagen, I fell under your spell
Felt drunk in your harbor,
what a tale I could tell
On to Berlin, we played midnight to dawn
Till the walls started shakin'
and I seen it fall down
Till the walls started shakin'
I swear I seen it fall down
Well I'm back down to Frankfort
on a few hours sleep
Layin' in a station gettin'
something to eat
The cops said to move my cops
they don't bother me
They do what they're told
and I do what I please
They do what they're told
and I do what I please
Call me the busker
with the songs in my sack
And my guitar in hand
and the drum on my back
I sing in your subway,
your trolleys and trams
I am a street singer
and I'm proud that I am
I am a street singer and I'm just singing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, singing man
Some say that workin' a
job nine -to -five
Gonna take them up to heaven
like you took them through life
I say that workin' the streets,
bein' free
Show you more life
than you'll ever see in your dreams
Show you more life
than you'll ever see in your dreams
So gather round the table
and form a little band
Take a hat to the streets
and do the best that you can
The people who pass by,
they all got a lot
The one thing they don't have
is the freedom you've got
The one thing they don't have
is the freedom you've got
Call me the busker
with the songs in my set
With my guitar in hand
and the drum on my deck
I sing in your subways,
your trolleys and trams
I am a street singer
and I'm proud that I am
I'm a street singer, I'm just singing
Singing