The Court Street Philosopher (

One day when I was working in a furniture store What do you know, he comes walking through the door He starts off by saying hookers are a dime a dozen He says he knows because he has a hot cousin Now listen to his conversation, he talks like a kidergardener Well we will just call him the Court Street Philosopher He starts back up- You know chewing gum won't come off the bottom of your shoes That's why I buy mine at the Goodwill, never brand new The sun is damaging, so I stay inside, that's why I am so pale Hay is cheaper when you buy it by the bale Where is he going with this talk, he makes no sense, it's coming from nowhere There is nothing you can do when you start losing your hair He keeps on with his continuos blabber A young lady walks in, he whispers to me I could have had her He tells me about how many men she has slept with, now he's a gossiper But still he remains the Court Street Philosopher Hair looks better when it is tapered He pulls out a hankee and blows his nose, it's cheaper to carry one of these than waste all that paper The hankee was stiff and crusty He looks around and says if you sweep each day, this place wouldn't be so dusty I tell him to put away his hankee before one of the stiff pieces cuts you He looks at me and says this conversation is going nowhere, we're through But now I am graced by his presence even more, I made the mistake of marrying his daughter Now he is family and a close Court Street Philosopher