A painted jug without a handle

A torn and shabby faded rug

He's a secondhand dealer

Getting deeper into debt

He's a secondhand dealer

And he wants what he can get for nothing



His body's broken like that handle

His clothes are shabby like that rug

He's a secondhand dealer

Dragging rubbish up a stair

He's a secondhand dealer

Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing



Trips on a ?????

Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor

Leans on a table

Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard



Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night

Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight



A man in such a poor condition

Can't have so very long to go

For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by

And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing



Gets out a bottle

He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man

Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs

He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner



Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night

Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight



Will anybody mourn his passing

Will they pull down the dirty shop

Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?

For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing

For nothing, secondhand dealer