This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him Laid out on the newsstands or even sinful publications See the haze on commonplace streets, you're back again So we walk on different streets Taking time no one seems to notice Outside you're all smiles When inside I know you're hurten This crumpled dollar bill in my back pocket Reminds me I had twenty What somebody said to someone You'd think that worries him