Every morning's sunrise means the same to him Endless roads and rain, and faces follow him And when he walks down London streets With bare feet on the ground With mocking eyes and smiling faces People gatherin around What is the sense of each and everyone To find it out it needs no rich man's son So he thinks and smokes another cigaret Knowing no one cares if he's alive or dead And then he walks down London streets With bare feet on the ground With mocking eyes and smiling faces People gatherin around What is the sense of each and everyone To find it out it needs no rich man's son ... rep. Wee dob doo ... What is the sense of each and everyone To find it out it needs no rich man's son ... rep.