My life in my hand, a brown paper bag.
My home in a large cardboard box.

A pavement of grey and red stone walls,
to keep me warm.

I am invisible to you, I see you each day,
You do not look at me, with my brown paper bag
The whole contents of my life, in one
Brown cardboard box.

Do not do as I and live in a brown paper bag,
Or brown cardboard box.

I've wasted my life in brown paper bag,
Living in a brown cardboard box.

Hating the snow that keeps me cold, trying
to stay warm with my brown paper bag.
My pavements of stone, my walls of red brick.

So I live out my life watching you pass
Me by as I drink from my brown
Paper bag.

Pretending not to care, from my brown cardboard
Box, as I drink from my brown paper bag.