He knows every face by heart
Every pair of legs that hurry by
Nothing's changed, maybe the fashion
Maybe the shoe buckle is now
A pink Velcro strap
He knows strange secrets by heart
Of old women who chatter nonstop
Nothing's changed, maybe the fashion
Maybe the kid-leather shoe is now
A patent-leather snakeskin boot
And sitting on the worn-out chair
Worn by people and leftover polish
He imagines himself in an English theater
Reciting Shakespeare in Portuguese
In his formal shirt and tie
And after the show the look of emotion
Puts a period on the grand portrait
Decorate his satin tie with tears
And sitting on the worn-out chair
Worn by people and leftover polish
He imagines himself in an English theater
Reciting Shakespeare in Portuguese
In his formal shirt and tie
He then wakes with a start
Of the bitter customer had run out