On a cold and grey chicago morn’
A poor little baby child is born,
In the ghetto,
And his mama cries- if there’s one thing that she don’t need,
Its another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
On a cold and grey chicago morn’
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries, in the ghetto
And his mama cries, in the ghetto-OOOOOOOOO
A poor little baby child is born,
In the ghetto,
And his mama cries- if there’s one thing that she don’t need,
Its another little hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
On a cold and grey chicago morn’
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries, in the ghetto
And his mama cries, in the ghetto-OOOOOOOOO
