Lyrics:

(Got Rained on with His Own .38) Well small change got rained on with his own .38 and nobody flinched down by the arcade and the marquise weren't weeping they went stark-raving mad and the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made and his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill and crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill and the naked mannikins with their cheshire grins and the raconteurs and roustabouts said buddy come on in cause the dreams ain't broken down here now now ...they're walking with a limp now that small change got rained on with his own .38