V1:
I’m down on my luck on lower Pacific Avenue
Lost my wife and my job all on the same day
Wearing some tattered clothes and worn boots
I’ve been losing hope that I’ll find my way
You’ve just pulled up in your silver Tesla
You gave me the leftovers from your meal
and you asked me if I needed anything else
Well, I was thinking we could make a deal
Chorus:
Brother, can you spare a hundred grand?
I promise I won’t spend it all in one place
I give you my word I’ll put it in the bank
It sure would put a smile on this bum’s face
I’ve never asked anybody for that much money
but it seems like you have more than you can spend
So brother, can you spare a hundred grand
or if you can’t do that, would you be my friend?
V2:
I know I smell like piss and cheap alcohol
Haven’t shaved my face since I don’t know when
I’d go home to see if my family would take me back
but they said they never want to see my face again
They’re all big shots back there in New York City
I’ve disappointed them with the choices I’ve made
Well, Pops, he always taught me to take chances
So I went off on my own and didn’t learn a trade
Bridge:
Then I became a taxi driver cause it was easy to do
And I bought a Martin guitar then taught myself to play
But it got stolen by some Santa Cruz skater punks
That’s why you don’t see me singing what I wrote today
Chorus 2:
So brother, can you spare a hundred grand?
I promise I won’t spend it all in one place
I give you my word, I’ll put it in the bank
It sure would put a smile on this bum’s face
If some of my songs become top forty hits
I’ll pay it back with interest, then you’ll make more
Brother, can you spare a hundred grand
or can I come home with you and sleep peacefully on your floor?
Brother can you spare a hundred grand
or can I come home with you and sleep peacefully on your floor?
2017