Scruffy kid
Scruffy kid
Hair like a mop
Looks for food
In dustbins
Around restaurant shops

Scruffy kid
Scruffy kid
Has no home
He lives in the park
All sad and alone

Scruffy kid
Scruffy kid
Has one set of clothes
The children tease him
Where ever he goes

Scruffy kid
Scruffy kid
Slowly dying from the cold
People ignore him
They just don’t want to know

Scruffy kid
Scruffy kid
Is no more
His life has been taken
By the lord.