Elvis Presley in the ghetto

As the snow flies

On a cold and gray Chicago morning

A poor little baby child is born

In the ghetto

And his mama cries

'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need

It's another hungry mouth to feed

In the ghetto

People, don't you understand

The child needs a helping hand

Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day

Take a look at you and me

Are we too blind to see

Do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way

Well the world turns

And a hungry little boy with a runny nose