Hendershot Lyrics

Lonely, homely boy they called him Lucy
Mama's little man
And she calls him Hendershot
His mama called him HendershotBe seen and not be heard, they told him
He grew into a big man they call
Hendershot
They always call him HendershotWalking down the side streets of SoHo
Chances are you'll bump into our friend
Hendershot
That's HendershotSitting on a blanket near Saint Marks
Is a man selling handbags he gets from
Hendershot
But he doesn't call him Hendershot
Songwriters
LES CLAYPOOLPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.