Status Quo - Poor Old Man Lyrics
(RossiParfitt)He is in his room, men will be there soonThey come to smash the heaven he has knownNow he's sure to know soon that he must goThis backstreet dream he has to leave behindOh, what a shame, oh what a shameHe's a poor old man, poor old manPoor old man, can we help you?Things are at their worst, what should he do first?He must wonder, no one wants to knowHe must spread his wings, pack away his thingsA sack is all he needs for all he ownsTears they blind his eyes, tears blind his eyesHe's a poor old man, poor old manPoor old man, can we help you at all?Poor old man, poor old manPoor old man, can we help you at all?Poor old man, poor old manPoor old man, can we help you at all?