Someone's dad passed out in the street
The wind-up key woker bees
Buzz right on by
At night he still lies
There 'cos nobody cares
Insects with briefcases ignore him
Been lying here for days
Not my problem, man
Look man, this is new york
Now the rats are coming to feed
Every night they bring more and more of their friends
Immune to rat poison, totally unafraid
And this is a very special treat indeed