Ya know, There's this park, you see, in new That's what this song is Where we to grow up And, um, around And we started moving on And started going on the We weren't that much But, then they had this really great idea we hit town These parks were prime estate, you see And if we could keep nice-looking We could charge more rent for the around town Now, I know you guys have that here around But, you know, in new They had this great idea there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park of the undesirable elements And we figured, what we do? Besides Perhaps we tell a song To you Through the musical And then know So we go I really so Well, it is...
Rich man smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some on the scene Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' And if that don't work, we're gonna close that down... But Yesterday a man was busted trying to his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was the law Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the And if that don't work, we're gonna close that down... Preach on, my chandler
You know when you're walkin through that park one Whether your skin is or white And you feel that particular pressure on the of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck start to up And you a (police call) those hairs Because if you're big or Or even and surly Or if your named shirley You could be walkin through that And meet with the undesirable disaster of your taxes I'm not saying it's gonna I'm not saying that it will definitely But it could it has happened I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you guys back there Yeah, that guy, yeah Those three, Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those up there or scarface Well, of my yacking
What about your truth and your mother's pie I guess it's all another of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you end my way of life Or should I come up behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well I should sit by and watch you kill my friends And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you end Perhaps I can to hate you but I think I already do All I for sure right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his with his fifty dollar bill I'm off in some other park, and I'm at you still my saggy ass of at you baby C'mon me all of your stories Tell me about your me anything Tell me how you blame your me