I pulled my hat a bit more down
'course I had to in this hot town
'Ay 'Ay I was carryin' a heavy sack
And now I had grazed my back
Now of the days I have lost track
From the day I knew what was a whack
They taught a scared old boy who is nine
yes they taught me how to steal somethin' thats not mine
Yes this is the life of Oliver Twist
To live in the hot or to live in a mist
From the theft school now he had run away
Here he is now walking in the hot sun of may
-Gaurang Rao
