Truly Fine Citizen

He sits in his window and watches the people go by, make a chance to see him
Go for his laugh and for him is the rain plain kind, not for his table
His eyes they are burning, his feet ain't going nowhere, he don't care
He sits in his bookshop and tries to sell you a book, take a look

Think you better get along now, you just passed him by
He won't be there for long now,
You can tell all the family: move sweet on you

Two flaming soldiers, they won't get down, they're forced to be with a
Move sweet on you, move sweet on you
Come move sweet on you, come move sweet on you



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Dell'ara
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