Have you ever seen a rich man, 

Empty out his pockets? 

Have you ever seen a king, 

Who was grateful for his office? 

There are men who sleep in gutters, 

And men who sleep in silk, 

Some have never tasted butter,

Some outgrew their taste for milk. 

But I know there is one,

King who truly cares,

Who really loves His subjects, 

More than His royal airs. 

He spends His time on buses,

He spends His time on trains, 

He summers in the prisons, 

He dines with the insane. 

Have you ever seen a rich man, 

Reach down into the mire? 

To grab the outstretched hand, 

Of a man who’s cloaked in fire? 

Even with his palace, 

And all his precious wealth, 

He has not one dime to spend, 

On another person’s health. 

How many self-righteously rich, 

Keep patting themselves on the back, 

For all of the money they give, 

Without ever crossing the tracks? 

There is only one King that I know, 

Whose power extends to Skid Row, 

Who can take His golden scepter,

And fear not about the Lepers, 

The G-d of Kings, The G-d of Poets, 

The G-d of Me, The G-d of Moses, 

Spends His time, with those unnoticed, 

While we all, turn up our noses.