You there, in your khakhi fit
Rusty old windows, and dirty tricks
Madman crossing, loonies beware
He'll mow you down while combing his hair
Beetle leaf blues, And redneck hues
The sole of his feet are lightening infused
Dont get in his hair, get over his stare
Rest your back on his half springed chair
On a hundred and ten on a broken road
Sweet meat shops you've never seen before
Sachin should retire
And the congress should come clean
He's got all the answers
And you cant intervene
Rickety doors, and chattering screws
If you listen hard enough
You'll (want to) hear a tune
Plaster a grin, and order a wheelchair
Black and yellow cat crossing
Onlookers beware
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