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New Street People - Loudon Wainwright III
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New Street People Loudon Wainwright III

New Street People - Loudon Wainwright III
Trapped in skyscraper, office space
Take your break, escape in haste
I'd walk a mile for that great taste
Of my brand I thee sing

Standing there in pairs and threes
Chattering teeth and trembling knees
We French inhale and then we sneeze
And suddenly it's Spring

We're the new street people
We're the ones you see
Standing outside smoking
Where the air is free

So far you've had just two today
Baby, you've come a long, long way
Down forty flights what can I say
Just to get that hit

We stand around, the helpless ones
With the homeless, the winos, the bums
Reteach us how to suck our thumbs
Show us how to quit

Ostracized in restaurants
Aeroplanes and public haunts
Deprived of our most precious wants
That is to say, the weed
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