Harpo
Street Dogs Lyrics


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Every time, Every God damn time
Harpo the drunken fool, he's a mess
I gotta confess,
Harpo the drunken fool
He grew up with Franklin
poor up on the hill
served under Macarthur
and learned how to kill
comes home to recession yeah
boy there's no work,
camps out at Connor's
the new pissed off jerk

Broken face, he is a disgrace
Harpo the drunken fool,
thrown out of the hold,
right back into the cold,
Harpo the drunken fool
Well the shine of a young man
has worn off of him,
lost a trade to the whiskey
no more knocking gin
Leave me alone,
I'm doing just fine
I'm sleeping it off
down at station nine

Why do you all care so much,
do you really think
I'm out to lunch,
I gave up on life so long ago
because every yes I hoped for
turned out a big no
SO to hell with this city
and being legit,
forget all blue bastards,
colour me quit, get my bottle,
my coat, toss me my cap,
I'm leaving Boston
and not looking back

Will we sing tales about him
every once in awhile
Hope he won't crash
dwon on Malibou mile
How will he change?
Nobody knows but
for the Grace of God
I know red lights arrive,




frozen they find
Harpo the drunken fool

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Street Dogs' song, Harpo, are a poignant and vivid portrait of a man, presumably from Boston, who has fallen on hard times and turned to alcoholism as a way to cope. The song is an empathetic lamentation, with the singer acknowledging the pain and tragedy of Harpo's life while also recognizing that there is little they can do to help him. The song begins with the line "Every time, every God damn time," suggesting that Harpo's drinking and subsequent misfortunes are an ongoing and cyclical issue.


The central subject of the song, Harpo, is depicted as a "drunken fool" and a "mess" who has fallen from grace. The singer admits that Harpo was not always like this, that he "grew up with Franklin" and "served under MacArthur and learned how to kill," implying that he was once a proud and capable soldier. However, now he is reduced to sleeping on the streets and getting into fights at a local bar called Connor's. The line "lost a trade to the whiskey, no more knocking gin" suggests that Harpo was once a skilled tradesman but lost his job due to his drinking.


The song is a sad and touching tribute to a man whose life has fallen apart. It ends on a hopeful note, with the singer acknowledging that there is a glimmer of hope for Harpo's future. The final lines say "Will we sing tales about him every once in a while, hope he won't crash down on Malibu mile. How will he change? Nobody knows, but for the grace of God, I know red lights arrive, frozen they find Harpo the drunken fool." This ending is both a call to remember and honor Harpo's struggles, and a recognition of the transformative power of grace and redemption.


Line by Line Meaning

Every time, Every God damn time
Every time, without fail


Harpo the drunken fool, he's a mess
Harpo is an alcoholic and a mess


I gotta confess,
I admit that


Harpo the drunken fool
Harpo is often drunk


He grew up with Franklin poor up on the hill
Harpo and Franklin grew up poor in the hills


served under Macarthur and learned how to kill
Harpo served in the military under Macarthur and learned how to kill


comes home to recession yeah boy there's no work, camps out at Connor's the new pissed off jerk
When Harpo returns home from the military, he finds no work due to the recession and is angry and frustrated


Broken face, he is a disgrace, Harpo the drunken fool, thrown out of the hold, right back into the cold, Harpo the drunken fool
Harpo's face is broken and he is considered a disgrace, kicked out of somewhere and left in the cold while drunk


Well the shine of a young man has worn off of him, lost a trade to the whiskey no more knocking gin
Harpo has lost his youth and lost his ability to work and is now addicted to whiskey


Leave me alone, I'm doing just fine, I'm sleeping it off, down at station nine
Harpo wants to be left alone and is sleeping off his drunkenness at station nine


Why do you all care so much, do you really think I'm out to lunch, I gave up on life so long ago because every yes I hoped for turned out a big no
Harpo wonders why people care about him and thinks they see him as crazy. He gave up on life a long time ago due to constant disappointment


SO to hell with this city and being legit, forget all blue bastards, colour me quit, get my bottle, my coat, toss me my cap, I'm leaving Boston and not looking back
Harpo is done with the city and its authority figures, is quitting and leaving Boston, never to return


Will we sing tales about him every once in awhile, Hope he won't crash dwon on Malibou mile, How will he change? Nobody knows but for the Grace of God, I know red lights arrive, frozen they find Harpo the drunken fool
People might tell stories about Harpo, but they hope he won't crash and continue to struggle. Nobody knows how he will change, but for the grace of god he might. Even when he is found passed out drunk, people don't help him




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Kev Bouchet

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