I sing at the corner my cap at my toes
I sing all those songs of joy, sadness and woe
They stand on the pavement the tenors join in
The rest whilst my back's turned have big toothy grins

Then for an encore I'll wilt to the stand
And snap on the keyboard of my baby grand
They move away as the hail hits the ground
I'm left there laughing I've just made a pound

Then you came along and asked me to sing
The song, I enquired, she said - anything
I cover my eyes and I burst into song
And when I had finished I left, she was gone

Then back to the Palace I find my steps lead
I take off my shoes and I watch my toes bleed
I sit there and wonder when you'll come again
I must get back to the corner again

I look at the corner from behind the door
Some people are standing there must be a score
There's nobody singing or moves at their fears
Everybody joins hands and they hold back the tears