I'm putting my fur on
Aim for the strange crowd
They call him Rodd Stewart
He's not a man who sits in his garden having morning
He walks away he walks a stray
He walks away for everyone
It's true that he's wandering around
But he knows this city more than you and I
It's true that he's shouting sometimes
But at least he sees the world with open eyes
A radio lover
A street entertainer
His words are poetic and wild
It's true that he's wandering around
But he knows this city more than you and I
It's true that he's shouting sometimes
But at least he sees the world with open eyes
It's true that he's wandering around
But he know this city more than you and I
It's true that he's shouting sometimes
But at least he sees the world with open eyes
It's true that he's wandering around
But at least he sees the world with open eyes

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