Traffic on the ground, I sound
Sexy on the corner, So-
-licit you for cash, I'm an
Outcast street performer, Dash
Downtown when its crowded, grab a
Rock star space, spin
Out-of-tune pegs, sprinkle
Sprinkle quarters in guitar case
Mingle with females outside retail stores, use
Cash inside my hat, buy you a cocktail pour
Ponytails, dreadlocks,
Beehives are all ears
Streetwise artist mobile musician engineer
Only
Forty minutes of material strumming them again, a
Bum dropped in a dime, some rich guy left a ten, I'd
Melt under the summer sun so
Sheltered in the breezeway
Belting out my best ballad
People pleading please play, the
One you did at Parrilla's when you opened the open mic, I
Liked that first original, replayed in dreams overnight, paid
Sixteen in an hour, next per-
-former wants my spot
Got to leave my post give someone else a shot
Busking on the street
Hustling with a beat
Busting out the jam of jams
No one can compete
Busking on the street
Hustling with a beat
Busting out the jam of jams
No one can compete