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Blind man beggin' for a little crust of breadRich lady wonderin' what the undertaker saidCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadHey, hey...hey, hey, heyMother nature's lookin' for the hands of father timeHe's got 'em reachin' for the girl in number nineShe's readin' horoscopes lookin' for a signWaitin' for the train that'll take her down the lineHey, hey...hey, hey, heyCell phones ringin' in the middle of the streetHistory's tellin' stories that a sailor won't repeatBelievers and infidels are fighting in the heatWhile bodies of the innocent are covered with a sheetHey, hey...hey, hey, heyI said hey,hey,...hey, hey, heyEverybody's lookin' for what they cannot findI'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mindHey, hey...hey, hey, heySanta Claus and Robinhood are doin' what they canTo feed the poor and soak the rich and help their fellow manWhile senators and congressmen are workin' on a planLetras de cancionesTo get some more vacation time to get a deeper tanHey...hey, hey, heySheena's in the jungle tryin' hard to keep it realThe doctor's in the ale house tryin' to cop a feelThe count of Monte Christo wants to make another dealAnd Dracula's in the kitchen and he's lookin' for a mealHey, hey...hey, hey, hey...I said hey...hey, hey, heyEverybody's lookin' for what they cannot findI'm down here on Bleeker Street tryin' to read your mindHey, heyAristotle's ridin' on a ferryboat to MarsWhile Juliet is creepin' through the closets of the starsRomeo is on the run smoking' blue cigarsPuttin' cocoa butter on to cover up the scarsMaggie May and Captain Hook are walkin' down the aisleAs the president saunters in astride a crocodileThe Ayatolah swears he is not a pedophileAnd the Right of Man don't mean a damn here in the age of styleHey, hey...hey, hey, heyI said hey...hey, hey heyCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)Hello?(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)Hello?(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)Is anybody there?(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)Hello?I said hey...hey, hey, hey, heyI said hey...hey, hey, hey, heyCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the deadCell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead)(Cell phones ringin' in the pockets of the dead) From Letras Mania