Have a teeny compartment, was the ninety-ninth drawer with a lock.
Here I sit at home looking out the window,
Imagining that world was stomped.
Then in comes a man like a pest in his union black
And complains in his five sounds and his face is a convergent slack.

I says: "Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Don't hang around just two's allowed.
In my crowd, lazy."

Those sticks and stones are zinging,
I say "Hi, it's me, and I made you whine."
A voice says "Hi - oh hell, who cares 'bout you?"
Well, I know that I'll do just fine.
He says "It's two a.m.,there's too much joy,
Don't you deplete and go on to bed?
You know I wish you would,the way you jive will soon wake up the dead."

I says: "Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Don't hang around just two's allowed.
In my crowd, lazy."

I was sick, so tired, fend I do. Piss!!
Now pride myself in not being cast down
"It was so very quiet and peaceful," it was very odd, no soul was around.
I played music loud, I was so wired, and I charted and schemed.
In the morning sun shining body dragging, but with a smile as my mien.

I says: "Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Hey! You! Get out of my crowd.
Don't hang around just two's allowed.
In my crowd, lazy."

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