Arthur by Rebecca Martin Lyrics
Arthur is young but he looks like an old man
Struggling for heat on a Central Park night
Watching all of the passersby
His hand held out to you and I
A cook
A beggar
A thief
A drunk
Just a skunk on the street they’d say
But they’ll never know the man called Arthur
Struggling for heat on a Central Park night
Watching all of the passersby
His hand held out to you and I
A cook
A beggar
A thief
A drunk
Just a skunk on the street they’d say
But they’ll never know the man called Arthur