Even if there is sun if there is rain I wait each day to hear his sweet refrain Evening news my heart goes out to him Poor little brat in rugged clothes A charming grin and a dirty puggy nose Little men I love to hear him sing Evening news, buy an evening news His face is worn, his small feet never wore shoes Every evening at half past four He comes crawling at my door Mister buy, won't you buy an evening news His old man is dead Mama is lonely and sad So he keeps up his head Cause he knows things won't always be sad Evening news, buy an evening news He crunes a tune to keep away the blues And each night he kneels to pray Lord gimme a break someday So till then he keeps on selling evening news