Touching The Untouchables

	  		Dm7
Hello to you, my sweet young friends
Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
My shirt's turn my time's near done

F                             G
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
  Bb                            C 
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
             Dm7
You turn away, what can I say?

Dm7
Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
I have to stand straight because my back's so bent

F                         G
Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls,
    Bb                      C
And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
                Dm7
Down at the wall...That's where I'll be...
Oh...

Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A
Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A
Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A
Oh     oh      oh          oh 
Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A
Oh     oh      oh          oh 
Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A
Oh     oh      oh          oh 
Dm     Dm7     Dm/Bb       Dm/A       A       G7/4
Oh     oh      oh          oh 

Dm7
Park bench and cigarettes
Can you help me get off this fence?
Can't you see, I'm just an old man
Tryin' hard, do what I can

F                             G
Touching the untouchables but they don't know
  Bb                            C 
Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
             Dm7
You turn away, what can I say?

G7/4                         Bb6/9
      You'll never, never know
C4                             Dm7
        You'll never know