Early every morning on Tin Pan Alley, you could hear em rattlin round
Old Jefferson the trash man and his little boy, Junior Brown.
Man, he was a real big talker, talkin to that kid
Wed listen out the window, you could hear every word he said.
He said, Son, ya got them baggy pants, your shoes are full of holes.
The little boy belongs to the trash mans, got a long way to go.
Gonna git you a job as a water boy in the cafe down the street.
People gonna come and drink that water just to hear you sing.
Rich lady tip you a quarter from the mansion on the hill
Song man come, pick you up, probably tip you a dollar bill.
Say, tell you what Im gonna do, Im gonna get you a job at the Can Can Show.
The little boy belongs to the trash mans got a long way to go.
Gonna work a little while for the Can Can, sing and dance for the folks.
Git you a job on Broadway, playin in a big time show.
Little boy says, Hey, Daddy, hey, Daddy, tell me more.
Daddy says, Youre nearly eight years old, we better git you something goin.
People gonna call you Mister, hang a big star on the door.
Little boy belongs to the trash mans got a long way to go.