Easy Street

I was feeling lost, and kind of ill

So I wrote to God on my last dollar bill

My finances were nil

Please God, help me



I'm so poor

Send me something to wear

And something to eat

'Cause I want to cross over onto easy street

(Yes) I want to cross over onto easy street



I think I can see you through this fog of doom

You look like the type that rides on a broom

But can you tell me where I can rent a room

Please God, help me



Walking through the park at half-past nine

I met a bum who was drinking cheap wine

He said "Here have some of mine"

Please God, help me



Mister it looks like you've got money alright

I just wish you hadn't asked me to spend the night

I guess I'll go without a fight

Please God, help me