Looking all around me.
Holding up a rotten pear.
Market Lane.
You can buy what’s in demand.
But I hold on to my dollar,
In Marketland,
I’d go wash it off now.
In Marketland,
With all these putrid people everywhere.
There is no merchandise too urine-stained.
So I hold on to my moolah,
All the world is in your hand.

Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry,
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,
In Marketland,
What a doozy walking ’round
I could use a bite to eat,

All the world is in your hand.
It all just smells too funny.
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,

I’d go wash it off now.
In this place, I hide my face,

In Marketland,
My mazuma, money.
In Marketland,
You can buy what’s in demand.
Looking all around me.
But I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
Market Street.
Market Town.
All the world is in your hand.

Or there’s an urchin hawking book reports.
Well, at least I’m entertained.
I’d go wash it off now.
"You’ve gotta buy this!"
Oh, that’s a new one:
My mazuma, money.
In Marketland,
Some old guy with just one eye’s
But dirty people hound me.
It all just smells too funny.
Market Hell.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
There’s no food too old to sell.
Selling his obviously soiled shorts.
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor

In this place, I hide my face,
Still I hold on to my moolah,

And that’s really not my favorite dish.
Either I’m going insane
"You’ve gotta buy this!"
Fifteen years ago, wow.

Fifteen years ago, wow.
No, not a blanket!
But I hold on to my dollar,
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors.
But dirty people hound me.
You can buy what’s in demand.