Early in the evenin′, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they're startin′ to unwind
Four kids on the corner, trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out, on his Kalamazoo
And Willy goes into a dance, doubles on kazoo
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin′
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
You don′t need a penny, just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel, won′t you lay your money down
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin′
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willy and the Poor Boys are playin′
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Writer(s): Bob Marcus, Harold Mott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
