Has Anybody Got Any Change?

As FavoriteBoy and I walked through the Boston Common, an elderly gentlemen held out a styrofoam cup in our direction and through-composed a sing-song melody about my husband:

"Has anybody got any change? Have you got any change? You there, really tall guy... in the blue shirt... with the black briefcase... have you got any change? Has anybody got any change?"

I hear Obama's offering change...