The Last Organ Grinder

I'm the last organ grinder And how my arm aches My back is broken My legs have the shakes I'm the last organ grinder Desparately needing to eat Playing for pennies Out here in the streets I'm the last organ grinder Weary and old In threadbare clothing Wet and cold I'm the last organ grinder I used to beguile Now I'm ignored Gone out of style I'm the very last organ grinder So with one final surge I'll play for you.... A funeral dirge