The Man with the Bugs-Bunny Tie

A warm look full of joy
Lets out a hearty sigh
A sun burnt face of awe
The man with the Bugs-Bunny tie

A pocket-full of dust
His roof was the sky
Singing 'bout his hardship
The man with the Bugs-Bunny tie

Makes himself at home
On the pavement where he lies
Dreaming 'bout tomorrow
The man with the Bugs-Bunny tie

No laces in his shoes
They left him there to die
In his worn-out yellow suit
The man with the Bugs-Bunny tie

He was smiling like a child
And no one noticed why
The last we ever saw of
The man with the Bugs-Bunny tie