I know there was a story, cause he’d been sitting there for years
Behind a cardboard sign, waiting for pity and dollars
The young blood gathered ‘round waiting for questions
To turn into answers…
(chorus)
He’s got a chauffeur driver
He’s got a green limousine
He’s a millionaire
In a wheelchair
Edge of the freeway
Drive-thru heroin
And caviar
One day he appeared in his green limousine
And put himself in his chair
And rolled down the street
To a sweet little spot, and he set up his shop…
(repeat chorus)
He’s the freeway pharmacist
The cars are waiting in a line
While he reads Voltaire
In his wheelchair
Edge of the freeway
Drive-thru heroin
And CaviarAnd the freeway pulses
With the blood of the city
He’s just a pusher
He’s not a guru…