Strawberry Cake - Live at the London Palladium, London, UK - September 1975

In New York city just walking the street
 Ran out of money had nothing to eat
 I stopped at the Plaza, that fancy hotel
 Where you can check in if you're well to do well
 The first of July and a hundred and four
 I stopped at the Plaza's front revolving door
 I stepped in the door and went around for a ride
 Treatin' myself to the cool air inside
 Then I found myself in a chandeliered room
 Where people were dining and I hid in the gloom
 My hunger pains hurt 'til I thought I would break
 When a waiter brought out a big strawberry cake
 Oh that strawberry cake
 Oh that strawberry cake
 Out in California them berries were grown
 And into this city them berries were flown
 For making that strawberry cake
 Then I thought of Oxnard, just north of LA
 Where I picked strawberries for many a day
 Hard work with no future for the harvest was done
 And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb
 And nobody wanted me here in this town
 I felt like a stray dog they all kick around
 Them berries reminded me of my bad breaks
 I'm hungry and I want that strawberry cake
 I deserve that strawberry cake
 Deserve that strawberry cake
 I ran and I grabbed it then out the side door
 Into Central Park through the bushes I tore
 Holdin' my strawberry cake
 I look back behind me and what do I see
 The chef and headwaiter and the maître d
 I had a nice helpin' of cake as I ran
 I gobble them berries as fast as I can
 They're closin' the gap as I slowed down to eat
 But the cake brought a new surge of power to my feet
 I hid in the bush when the lead I did take
 And I quietly finished my strawberry cake
 I ate all that strawberry cake
 That fine fancy strawberry cake
 Someone at the plaza is without dessert
 But for the first time in days now my belly don't hurt
 I'm full of strawberry cake