Lyrics
Up the block on Milwaukee Street, there's a man
Who sells everything he can
A candy store jock with a price tag up on the door
He'll be there forever more
He'll never ever get ahead
Mr. Kirby's soul is dead
He's a clean old man, but his motives aren't very good
And they're misunderstood
All through his life, poor Mr. Kirby did try
But last night, he died
He'll never ever get ahead
Mr. Kirby's soul is dead
