Dead End Street Monologue Lyrics

I was born in a city that they call "The Windy City"
And they called it "The Windy City" because of the Hawk
The Hawk, the almighty Hawk, Mr. Wind
Takes care of plenty business around wintertime

The place that I lived in was on a street that, uh
Happened to be one of the dead-end streets

Where there was nothing to block the wind, the elements
Nothing to buffer them for me to keep ′
Em from knocking my bed down, Jim
I mean really socking it to me
When the boiler would bust and the heat was gone, Jim
I had to get fully dressed before I could go to bed
Course, I couldn't put on my goulashes ′cause they had buckles on 'em
And my folks didn't play that
They said "Don′t you tear up my bed clothes with them goulashes on"

But I was fortunate
Soon as I was big enough to get a job to save enough money
To get a ticket to catch anything, I split
I said "One day, I′m gonna return and I'm gonna straighten it all out"

And I′m about ready to go back now
So I thought I'd tell you about it

My name is Jim