man Old lady head up toward broad street Shufflin' uptown against the wind She had started to cry-wiped a tear from her eye And looked back to see where she had been Old lady stand on the corner With a purse in her hand She does not know but in a minute or so She will be robbed by a naked man Chorus Old lady lean against a lamppost Starin' down at the ground on which she stand She look up and scream for the lamplight's beam There stood the famous naked man He say, "doing the best we (guitaretab.com)