Lyrics

Jeffree walked downtown, to the pawn broker
Down to hock his gear
With a dime and a Benjamin in his pocket
His mind is so far from here
Strolls around the projects off of Broad Street
The pimps and two bit junkies leer
Passes through the red light of the meat market
He feels his loot disappear
Why don’t you give it away ? x4

Ben grabbed the hat from high up in the closet
and stumbled down the squeaky steps
Puts a hanging price tag upon the brim
and puts in the box marked “for sale”
His father worked as a tailor in New Hope
Back when a song was worth just a cent
He’d put the hat out, and serenade the passers-by
When he was just a few dollars short on rent
Why don’t you give it away ? x8

I don’t want you to go x8
Why don’t you give it away ? x8