[Additional verses]

On this old Hudson waterfront we're wandering around
With our hopes on the future and our eyes on the ground.
Here I see a bottle, over there I see a can,
And it leads me to ponder on the future of man.

Well some people think that it's a pure waste of time,
A waste of good song and a waste of good rhyme.
But you have to start somewhere and if you can't start better,
You might as well start by picking up litter!