Where can he go? Oh where on earth? I wanna know Where can he go? Except the hell, I wanna know Used to work in a factory While he had a family He's aged about 52 Now he's right on the dole queue So, where can he go? Without a job, he's got no hope And where can he find, A dreadful man to give a hand? He's on the streets, cold at night Too old to strike back! No one wants him, he's no one Anoying the crowd! Begging people's charity To get that beer he dreams of But it is only a trick Day after day he looks worse He lives in hell, and that I know