On the Nickel

Sticks and stones will break my bones
But I always will be true
And when your mama is dead and gone
I’ll sing this lullabye just for you.
And what becomes of all the little boys
Who never comb their hair
Well they’re lined up all around the block
On the nickel over there.

So you better bring a bucket
There is a hole in the pail
And if you don’t get my letter
Then you’ll know that i’m in jail.
And what becomes of all the little boys
Who never say their prayers
Well they’re sleepin’ like a baby
On the nickel over there.

And if you chew tobacco
And wish upon a star
Well you’ll find out where the scarecrows sit
Just like punch lines between the cars.
And I know a place where a royal flush
Can never beat a pair
And even Thomas Jefferson
Is on the nickel over there.

So ring around the rosie
You’re sleepin’ in the rain
And you’re always late for supper
And man you let me down again.
I thought I heard a mockingbird
Roosevelt knows where
You can skip the light with Grady Tuck
On the nickel over there.

So what becomes of all the little boys
Who run away from home
Well the world just keeps gettin’ bigger
Once you get out on your own.
So here’s to all the little boys
The sandman takes you where
You’ll be sleepin’ with a pillowman
On the nickel over there.

So let’s climb up through that button hole
And we’ll fall right up the stairs
And I’ll show you where the short dogs grow
On the nickel over there.

(Tom Waits)

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“The Nickel” was a Los Angeles mission located on 5th street. Thus, to be “on the nickel” is someone down and out, out of luck.