He's drinkin' supermarket cider  In a doorway in the town  And he's shouting 'bout the government  And how they let him down  He's got a sister lives in Brixton  Always tried to do her best  Yet she winds up broke and shafted  Just the same as all the rest    He's got a torn and greasy greatcoat  And a New York Yankees vest  And some strongly held opinions  That he must get off his chest  Yet his friends don't think about him  They all gave him up for dead  And they all got real embarrassed  About the problems with his head    [Chorus:]    Shout it out! (Shout it out with me)  Shout it out! (It's a mystery)  Shout it out! ('cause what I can't see)  Why he's invisible to them  Yet so obvious to me    He make his home in cardboard boxes  And the pigeons are his friends  And you cross over to avoid him  Never try to make amends  For the way that he's been treated  And we all must share the blame  And we never look him in the eye  And never ask his name    I thought we were past this stage  Never in this day and age  These things are still going on  Tell me where did we go wrong  I thought we had changed for good  Maybe I misunderstood  Does our new and caring nation  Only care for politicians  Those that have will all do well  All the rest can go to hell    [Chorus x2]