Lyrics

The Black Hand pumps the Purple Heart
Like Frankenstein it got it?s start
Yeah start him up and knock him down
He?ll get back up and walk around
His hands are made of gold and lead
His burning feet are always red
When the sidewalk?s cracked and wearing down
You know the walking man might be around
He?s always around

CHORUS
He?s a walking man
He?s got a walking plan
I see him walking
He don?t stop talking
Until he?s talked it through
Talk it through walking man

He?s barking in his sleep again
And mopping up the dirty gin
This is what dreams are made of
He?s trading in his rubber gloves
Endurance is a helpful pest
And he?ll go back and get the rest
Making up for time that?s lost
And in the end all time is tossed