Well he used to be a tailor
                           Sewed those suits so fine
              And he never heard a failure
                            And he never tasted wine.

And he used to be a leader
When he had someone to lead
And he used to be a father
When he had some mouths to feed.

                                                      And they say it never rains in L.A. county
                But it gets cold enough to wish you had a 
 few.
                
And he laughs tonight and says: I finally 
 found me -
                                            room with a view  -  how about you?

He was living in a castle 
That built with his own hands
Out of newspaper and cardboard 
he was living off the land.