throw a penny from the window
watch an old man play a song
on a twenty dollar violin he bought before the war
though he screeches and he scratches
and the notes are always wrong
but he plays like he's in concert
on the street outside my door
choose to suit your fancy
i'll play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
it's his only way of life
and goes on home to his wife
in the quiet of the evening
while his frozen fingers bleed
on the blanket to supply his meeger needs
choose to suit your fancy
i'll play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
when there's frost upon the pumpkin
in the weakness of the sun
people stand there in the cold
until his symphony is done
in the early gray of morning
you can hear him thru the window
when the pennies hit the ground
choose to suit your fancy
i'll play them for a pennyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
they're playing penny music