Kazoo Funk Orchestra The Man Blue
alone he stands
blue gloves warm his hands
checks his wrist for a watch
but his watch be freckle spots
shifting to and fro
rocking forth and back
waving at cars, that never wave back
he's the man of the city
reporting for duty
he's always on time
to protect the front line
tips his cap forward to acknowledge the gentry
he's the man blue
lost in a lost century
he's the man, the man, the man, the man
the man, the man blue
he's the man, the man, the man, the man
the man, the man blue
he's the man, the man, the man, the man
the man, the man blue
he's the man, the man, the man, the man
the man, the man blue
