text: Well, the shoeshine boys got lines around the block
  The bloodhounds let the convicts get away
  And after youre asleep, all the cheerleaders weep
  And the ham-and-eggers win the Irish Sweepstakes every day
  The paper boys make headlines and the janitors are winking
  As theyre filling up their dustpans full of hundred dollar bills
  The never-do-wells and stingy-pins all ride around in taxis
  In the style that they have grown accustomed to
  And the parking lot attendants leave the money in the drawer
  And take that Corvette Stingray with a four-on-the-floor
  And pull into the filling station and instead of gasoline
  Say, Hey buddy, can you fill it with a nickels worth of dreams?