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
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