Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Intro

Market Town.

What a doozy walking ‘round

With all these putrid people everywhere.

 “You’ve gotta buy this!”

Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor

Holding up a rotten pear.

 But I hold on to my dollar,

Looking all a - round me.

In this place, I hide my face,

 But dirty people hound me.

Market Street.

I could use a bite to eat,

But I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no.

 No, not a blanket!

Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry,

 And that’s really not my favorite dish.

 So I hold on to my moolah,

My mazuma, mon - ey.

There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,

 It all just smells too funny.

In Market - land,

 You can buy what’s in de - mand.

Fifteen years ago, wow.

 In Market - land,

 All the world’s in your hand.

I’d go wash it off now.

Etc. etc.