Edith Piaf

Life in the street is the same every day,

Life in the street is a marvelous play,

Ladies and lovers and bankers and bums,

Hurry along while the big city hums,

People are frowning while others are gay,

Music tumbling from every café,

There's all of the wonder of life and love,

Out in the street with the blue sky above.

There in the crowd one little man,

Hurries along upon his way,

Nobody much, and turning gray,

Just one little man...