I am walking the streets in a green jacket.
I think my shoes are pretty fine,
and I've got a classy tie.
I ironed my trousers for a couple of hours,
and spent all morning having my hair cut.
And here I am, walking the streets on my own.
I'm walking the streets, walking on my own.
My friend's got a new record,
I'm taking a quick coffee in a cafe,
and then I'm off to see him.
And in the reflection of the window,
I look like Buddy Holly.
Soon my old man's going to lend his car,
to me. I'm walking the streets on my own.
I'm walking the streets, walking on my own.