See the boys out walking, the boys they look so fine Dressed up in green velvet, their silver buckles shine Soon they’ll be bleary-eyed under a keg of wine Down where the drunkards roll Down where the drunkards roll See that lover standing staring at the ground He’s looking for the real thing, lies were all he found But you can get the real thing, it will only cost a pound There goes a troubled woman, she dreams a troubled dream She lives out on the highway, she keeps her money clean Soon she’ll be returning to the place where she’s the queen You can be a gambler who never drew a hand You can be a sailor, never left dry land You can be Lord Jesus, all the world will understand