I feel the wash close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away
They take him in and clean him up
They take him in and strip him down
Dry his skin and feed him wine
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away
Asks to use the phone yet he lives alone
He lives alone there's no one home to phone
Sits alone home alone calls
His home, his own wife is still unknown
Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away
They take him in and clean him up
They take him in and strip him down
Dry his skin and feed him wine
And I hear them call his name and I see him turn away
Asks to use the phone yet he lives alone
He lives alone there's no one home to phone
Sits alone home alone calls
His home, his own wife is still unknown