Trapped down here in a cage of fire
Heard the forecast called for rain
Lost and lonely, my heart's a silo
Harboring all the broken skid row
Where the best clothes money can buy
Said doing, doing, doing,
I'm the two foot high umbrella man
to keep you out of the rain
Oh, mayhem in the heart of Gotham
I'm the eyes of a preacher
from the streets of Harlem
I suppose if you wanna know
I put a camel through a needle's
Pornographic cheats and sidekicks,
and rich and erotics, it's all the same.
I hustle everyone I like.
I said doing, doing, doing,
I'm the two foot high umbrella man.
I'll sell you anything I can
to keep you out of the rain
And the moral of my story is, boys,
is to get it in a way that you like
The moral of my story is, boys,
is to take it before the catch can
Here's my first deal, it comes in a riddle
Who built the ark and who built Babel
Was a friend of mine named Valentine
I broke her with the Wall Street blues
Here's my last deal, the hustle's easy
The rich get poor and the poor stay needy
I'm the lowest soul on the totem pole
But I'll bring you on down to size
I said do it, do it, do it, do it all that I can
I'm a two foot high umbrella man
To keep you out of the rain
To keep you out of the rain
to keep you out of the rain
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