Market Town.nWhat a doozy walking ‘roundnWith all these putrid people everywhere.n“You’ve gotta buy this!”nScreams a whiskey stinking vermin vendornHolding up a rotten pear. nnBut I hold on to my dollar,nLooking all around me.nIn this place, I hide my face,nBut dirty people hound me. nnMarket Street.nI could use a bite to eat,nBut I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no.nNo, not a blanket!nYes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry,nAnd that’s really not my favorite dish. nnSo I hold on to my moolah,nMy mazuma, money.nThere’s no trash that’s worth my cash,nIt all just smells too funny. nnIn Marketland,nYou can buy what’s in demand.nFifteen years ago, wow.nIn Marketland,nAll the world is in your hand.nI’d go wash it off now. nnMarket Lane.nEither I’m going insanenOr there’s an urchin hawking book reports.nOh, that’s a new one:nSome old guy with just one eye’snSelling his obviously soiled shorts. nnBut I hold on to my dollar,nLooking all around me.nIn this place, I hide my face,nBut dirty people hound me. nnMarket Hell.nThere’s no food too old to sell.nThere is no merchandise too urine-stained.n“You’ve gotta buy this!”nScream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors.nWell, at least I’m entertained. nnStill I hold on to my moolah,nMy mazuma, money.nThere’s no trash that’s worth my cash,nIt all just smells too funny. nnIn Marketland,nYou can buy what’s in demand.nFifteen years ago, wow.nIn Marketland,nAll the world is in your hand.nI’d go wash it off now. nnIn Marketland,nYou can buy what’s in demand.nFifteen years ago, wow.nIn Marketland,nAll the world is in your hand.nI’d go wash it off now. n