Lyrics

Good morning, Mr. Congressman
Can you spare a dime?
I've got the other fifteen cents... I want to call the time.

And since I've got you here
Would you make just one thing clear
How does a man like you unwind?
Maybe you play roulette
Or bridge with friends in Somerset
Or maybe I can offer you some wine
I have a little left
Or would you like a cigarette?
Can you spare a dime?
Do you know the time?
How does a man like you unwind?

Dear Ann Landers, can you tell me please
How could such a thing have been devised?
I listened to my analyst
But he's another one who bought the lies

"In Proverbs, it's written my son
It's like this for everyone
Sometimes life can really be unkind;
"Go back to your analyst
Confess the things you've not confessed
You will see it's all within your mind
You idealist
Accept the world the way it is
Buy a book of mine!
Get back into line!
Don't let your childish dreams persist."

...the winds can be so cold
When you're not sure just where to go
You have to lose yourself to find

I'm learning all the time
To forget is the lowest crime
You can't ignore what's in your mind...
And it's not for clothes
Nor for food your money goes
Give me back my dime
Don't count me in line
A disease like this only grows (x3)