In between the market stores Where garbage rusts And shadows crawl A new breed is growing in the shade From their master with a beard Long fingers creeping very near And you won't know they're there Until you lay (?) And there's a flap by the store Where they're hunched upon the floor And all above the crowd Still rustling even here You put your hand in Your hand out They pay a price And you don't shout You got to find a friend Bring your friend back here You put your hand in Your hand out You now what the game's about To find the richest friend to bring back -here Now they're all around and everywhere And you won't know and I won't tell That maybe I could be a friend of theirs ...But Just slip me a pound and maybe follow -me around But keep your hands inside your pockets And keep your gloves on And sing Hand in Your hand out They pay a price And you don't shout You got to find a friend Bring your friend back here You put your hand in Your hand out You now what the game's about To find the richest friend to bring back -here Your hand in Your hand out They pay a price And you don't shout You got to find a friend Bring your friend back here You put your hand in Your hand out You now what the game's about To find the richest friend to bring back -here...