I lost my job in Saginaw working on the railroad   After twenty years they just put me on the side   Now I'm hungry in the street with no place to hang my hat   And nothin' but an empty dream to ride      But under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle   Under the bridge, my baby and me   And I can pretend that I'm a king and this is my kingdom   Under the bridge making believe      Hey, the doors are always open to any old weary traveler   And you'll find some great grub feedin' here below   Any old bridge can be a palace, call it what you want to   It's a place to be when you got no place to go      Under the bridge, I can make believe I'm living in a castle   Under the bridge, my baby and me   And I can pretend I'm a king, this is my kingdom   Under the bridge making believe   Hey, under the bridge making believe