"[singing] Poor! All my life I've been poor! I keep asking God what I'm for! [Mushnik glares at him the moment he stops work so he hastily resumes] And he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure! Sweep that floor, kid!" Oh I started life as an orphan, child of the street, here on Skid Row. He took me in, gave me a shelter, a bed, a crust of bread and a job... treats me like dirt. Calls me a slob, which I am. [he walks dejectedly along the streets with the passers-by as his backup singers]] So I live... downtown... [all: "downtown"] That's my home address. So I live. [all: "Downtown."] Where my life's a mess. So I live [all: "Downtown."] Where depression's just status quo. Down on Skid Row.... [wanders into an alley] Someone show my the way to get outta here, [beggars slowly appear from nowhere and climb the gateway at the end of the alley] Cos I'm constantly praying I'll get out of here, someone give me one shot, or I'll rot here."