Standing on a new york city street
Under my arm an autographed vinyl lp
When from the open door of a limousine
Stepped the man that I came to see
The crowd of people turned to see
The only one holding a warm gun
Wait'n for my ride, I took a seat
And read a book by ole j.d
I'm just fine watching shadows on the wall
Of my digs here in attica
Before you ask, I'll tell you why
I had to make those people cry
He was just a god, you see, but I
I'm the catcher in the rye