Nobody knows me, nobody wants to I'm just another crazy on the street Nobody asks me if I've any questions Nobody asks me how I eat Cause I'm a mad lady, mad bag lady Mad lady, mad bag lady. I talk to myself when I'm sitting on buses Well nobody ever talks to me They sit here and snigger as if I'm some scarecrow I'm everything they pay they'll never be I have posessions I don't carry with me My pension gets delivered to the bank I have no commitments pay not a landlord I have no-one to beg to or to thank One of these days I'm gonna die in some doorway And everyone will miss me when I'm gone They'll say, "I wonder what happened to that crazy old lady?" We used to see it around town And then I'll fade gently from memory to memory Till the ones who used to laugh will soon recall How they were really quite bad of that crazy old lady They used to see hanging round Town Hall (But for now) Nobody knows me, nobody wants to I'm just another crazy on th street