The Return of Maggie Brown (Version 2)

She stepped off the bus with a burst suitcase and a frown And she could smell the breweries and abattoirs on the edge of town And the man who owes her money won't even lend her an ear When she phones to demand his answer's vague He says, "I'll get back to you, but right now I've got to catch the plague" Down in a bargain-basement she goes to shuffle through careers When all they offer her is friendship and peace souvenirs And the receptionist was playing with a pencil at her lip She asked her if she knew a place to sleep She says, "I'll get back to you, but now I've got appointments to keep" There was a shop called B.J.'s that she stepped into to get out of the gale They sold only British manufactured, lifetime guaranteed to fail And a store detective asked her what she had under her coat It's just a little something that I wrote It says, "I'll get back to you unless first your girlfriend slits your throat" And by the time the sun set she was penniless and frozen to the core The Salvation Army girls refused her on the grounds, they didn't know her So she asked some whino for advice, but it turned out to be A Sunday sport reporter who was following his nose He said, "I'll get back to you, but first we need a picture without clothes" So she stepped back on that bus with a burst suitcase and a frown And she had come to the conclusion that this was not the place for Maggie Brown And it was six in the morning when she telephoned me Until then, I'd been living on my knees But I got back up when she got back to me