Paroles de Hendershot

Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy Mama's little man And she calls him Hendershot His mama called him Hendershot Be seen and not be heard, they told him He grew into a big man they call Hendershot They always call him Hendershot Walking down the side streets of SoHo Chances are you'll bump into our friend Hendershot That's Hendershot Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks is a man selling handbags he gets from Hendershot But he doesn't call him Hendershot