Last Christmas (I Gave You Five Bucks)

Lyrics

On my way to work I saw an older guy In the median selling magazines And asking passing cars for change And I had a pocketful But I never gave him anything I didn't like his looks And his voice annoyed me Breathing car exhaust Down every lane he crossed Hands wet with window wash Clutched to a stash of crumpled ones I assume he did alright He was gone by 6 at night Pushing his shopping cart To the camp behind Walmart This could be worse, he thought Beneath the loading dock The staff are kind to me And I have a steady line of work And he never asked for much But once a week or so he hissed "I'd like to burn this world To an ash-choked crater" Then he disappeared At the coldest time of year I saw his shopping cart Buried in snow around the back And a pile of magazines And frozen window wash And countless crumpled dollar bills Blew in the gathering wind Of a polar vortex And the parking lot PA played Wham! "Last Christmas, I gave you five bucks And the very next day, I forgot you existed Last Christmas, I gave you five bucks And the very next day, I forgot you existed Last Christmas, I gave you five bucks And the very next day, I forgot you existed"