Now the days are getting dark,
The bears are sleeping.
Don't dare go through Central Park,
Slimeballs there creeping.

Buy a condo in Miami,
Buy a condo in the sun.

Now you're sick of wint'ry hell,
More snow it's bringing.
Ice is glist'nin' on the cars,
Their alarms ringin'.

Buy a condo in Miami,
Don't get conned, though, by sales shmuck.

If he sells you a place by a "tide pool,"
Research its history before you pay.
May be lurking there
A swamp that hides stool
That hastens the growth of flowers
And then flows to the bay

Con artists break ground
On land stained with crud below.
In the bath, you hear a sound,
Up through the drain, sludge billows.

Buy a condo in Miami?
Ply a con with dough. . .good luck!