I know a man: He's on our street He don't do nothing: But eat and sleep Now he's a man: That I would love to meet He's always dressed up: And out in the street Now he don't drink whiskey: Nothing sweet When it comes to pretty women: He sure loves to meet I'm hot as the devil*: I walk about the street All that: To the sweet man's feet Now he's a man: Has a copper good to eat He always looks good: From his head to his feet Now when he walks into a place: And takes his seat His ways and actions: Is hard to beat