Ya know, There's park, you see, in new york That's what this song is Where we to grow up And, um, around And then we moving on And started going on the We home that much But, then they had this really great idea we hit town These parks prime real estate, you see And if we could keep nice-looking We could more rent for the places around town Now, I know you guys have here around boston But, you know, in new They had great idea that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable And we figured, what we do? Besides Perhaps we could tell a To you Through the medium And then you'll So we go I really so Well, it is...
man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, put some badges on the scene Put a blue on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're close that park 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 a mutt this side of the town And if that don't work, gonna close that park down... Preach on, my chandler
You know when you're walkin through that park one Whether your is black or white And you feel that particular on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck start to up And you a (police call) Trust hairs Because if you're big or Or even short and Or if your cat's named You be walkin through that park And with the most undesirable disaster Compliments of taxes I'm not saying it's gonna I'm not saying it will definitely happen But it happen it has happened I mean, it be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys there Yeah, that guy, yeah Those three, Yup, you Yup, guy guy Him Those up there Stinky or Well, enough of my
What about your truth and mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of grand designing lie Should I you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or I come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I should sit by and watch you my friends And maybe I can to love you and hope you never end Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I I already do All I know for sure right now, it's be me or you While your uncle his joints with his fifty dollar bill I'm off in other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my saggy ass of at you C'mon me all of your stories Tell me about politics Tell me Tell me how you blame kids me