Tramp - Mungo Jerry

The sun was low, and the shadow was cold,

On the pale drawn face, that was wrinkled and old,

A newspaper coat, hanging loose 'round his throat,

And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope,

His uncombed hair, and eyes that would stare,

At the people passing by, who didn't know or didn't care



Chorus:

This poor old man he's all alone,

He's got no money or no home of his own,

The back street's his kitchen,

The footpath's his hall,

And the chalk on the brick work,

Are the pictures on his wall,

He lays down his head,

On the pavement that's his bed,

And when he sleeps, his dreams fade away



He walks down the street, with his hands in his coat,

Looking down at his feet, for a dog-end he could smoke,

He thinks about food, good drinking and good fun,

As he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done



Repeat Chorus:

Le soleil était bas et l'ombre était froide,

Sur le visage pâle dessiné, qui était ridé et vieux,

Une blouse de journal, suspendue autour de sa gorge,

Et les chaussures à ses pieds, des lanières de cuir nouées avec une corde,

Ses cheveux non peignés et ses yeux qui regarderaient,

Aux passants qui ne savaient pas ou s'en foutaient



Ch?ur:

Ce pauvre vieil homme, il est tout seul,

Il n'a ni argent ni maison à lui,

La ruelle est sa cuisine,

Le sentier est sa salle,

Et la craie sur la brique,

Sont les photos sur son mur,

Il pose sa tête,

Sur le trottoir qui est son lit,

Et quand il dort, ses rêves s?évanouissent



Il marche dans la rue, les mains dans son manteau,

Regardant ses pieds, pour un bout de chien qu'il pourrait fumer,

Il pense à la nourriture, à la bonne boisson et au plaisir,

Alors qu'il fouille dans les poubelles, sa vie est presque terminée



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