Run to the newsstand, boy, For a paper. Here's the change you will owe. Pass all the smoking girls And their babies Where they nurse in the road. And read me, read What has taken place. And we might see Sporting races fruitful today. Run to the newsstand, boy. I'm too tired, But I'll show you the way. Pass every chain-linked dog, Every fire, And that music they make. And read me, read What building's blowing down. And we might see Famous faces riding through town. Run to the newsstand, boy. I heard maybe Of a chance for some rain. Pass every preaching man, Talking crazy, By the bus stop again. And we may read The scandals of the fair. And we might see Foreign photos, love changing hands Somewhere.