Holy saturday at nine
All good people are feeling fine
Businessmen in a hurry but still on time
Ladies are waiting in a line

It´s a real big city
Where everything is so very pretty
An old man´s lying down on the sreet
Mad world he´s begging for something to eat

Industrial madness big city sadness
I don´t care although I´m on the verge of despair
Industrial madness big city sadness

Another night´s over sun´s rising on time
The old man´s still waiting for a dime
I don´t want to think about it and it´s not a crime
I´m just walking down the sreet in this city that´s mine