THE LITTLE STORY

Somewhere down the Broadway Street
There is a little butcher’s daughter
She's waiting for her little boyfriend
With a khaki paper wrapping a little meat
Her boyfriend got a little story
It ain’t hard, it ain’t easy, it's just
This couple is trying to make ends meet

It’s always the ego for a little something
That makes life prevail in a little way
I the writer got a little story too
Which is this, with this little couple?
It ain’t hard, it ain’t easy, just
A piece of paper and a broken pencil

This daughter got a little story too
She’s waiting to explain
The little thing in her belly
However she’s sure, herDaddy is to freak

It’s always a little chilli in the soup
That makes her daddy gas out rage
She’s thinking to elope with her boyfriend
But afraid that he won’t buy that
A little work, a little money
Her boyfriend is to find it hard
To afford, the little baby and the girlfriend

A little food, a little medicine
You can’t say this is a little stress
For her boyfriend, he’s all alone
If this little story don’t change the better
One of the little couple is to commit
A little suicide
Where this little story would leave us?
I say it’s got to be a big story