Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy   Mama's little man   And she calls him Hendershot   His mama called him Hendershot      Be seen and not be heard, they told him   He grew into a big man they call   Hendershot   They always call him Hendershot      Walking down the side streets of SoHo   Chances are you'll bump into our friend   Hendershot   That's Hendershot      Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks   is a man selling handbags he gets from   Hendershot   But he doesn't call him Hendershot