Walk quietly by, he won't bother you He's a busy man, he's got things to do All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard In summer heat, in winter snow You'll find him picking up the papers that people throw All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard There's no rhyme nor reason, walking the streets of this wide world Can't find anything to rest this troubled mind Please help me I keep asking Everybody's so busy that they wont stop I got to keep on moving, to rest this troubled mind He dosn't care, nor does he know Of the outside world that comes and goes All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard So walk quietly by, he won't bother you He's a busy man, he's got things to do All day long he's happy in his world Picking up the leaves Cleaning up his own back yard.