Reach in my pocket
Fish around for some change
Throw it to the fiddler
On the sidewalk he's playing
A tune for the moon he's adding a twist
His eyes are closed as he fingers the strings
The sun above is setting into night
The salesmen are folding up their suits
And loosen ties
The fiddler is a dog packs and down the road
Pulls out that change to buy himself a bone
Fish around his pocket but it Appears
The money is gone he lost it he fears
No worries he takes out a pole and casts off the dock
Goes fishing for flounder because he's flat out of luck
All go down to the water and soak it all up
All go down to the water and soak it all up
All go down to the water and soak it all up