The Tiger Lillies - My Daughter lyrics

A cripple, a leper, a blind man, Homeless, brain-damaged, antique, The king of the beggars, he walks in the street, And these are the words that he speaks: "My daughter, my daughter, Her we adore, She's earning good money, She's a hard-working who*e. No legs, no arms, we're blind, and can't speak, We beg that your heart it grows weak." The king of the beggars, he walks in the street, And these are the words that he speaks: "My daughter, my daughter, Her we adore, She's earning good money, She's a hard-working who*e; Well, we live and we work in the street..."