(Patter patter shoop shoop
Patter patter shoop shoop
Patter patter shoop shoop)
There was a little man
Who ran a shoeshine stand
Every day the man would sweep
Clutter from the busy street
He seldom said a word
That anybody heard
There was something in his face
Loneliness would not erase
Like a broken pup
He looked up from the cup
He drank his morning coffee in
And wiped the dribbles from his chin
And when his eyes met mine
He made a little whine
He came within an inch or two
And then he whispered, "I hate you"
How did he know?
How did he know?
How did he know?
How did he know?
Patter patter shoop shoop
Patter patter shoop shoop)
There was a little man
Who ran a shoeshine stand
Every day the man would sweep
Clutter from the busy street
He seldom said a word
That anybody heard
There was something in his face
Loneliness would not erase
Like a broken pup
He looked up from the cup
He drank his morning coffee in
And wiped the dribbles from his chin
And when his eyes met mine
He made a little whine
He came within an inch or two
And then he whispered, "I hate you"
How did he know?
How did he know?
How did he know?
How did he know?
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