Hendershot lyrics

Lonely, lonely boy they called him Lucy, Mama`s little man,
And she calls him Hendershot, his mam called him Hendershot.

Be seen and not be heard, they told him, he grew into a big man they
call Hendershot.
They always call him Hendershot.

Walking down the side streets of Soho, chances are you`ll bump into our
friend Hendershot.
That`s Hendershot.

Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks,
Is a man selling handbags he gets from Hendershot, but he doesn`t call
him Hendershot