You need room,
Actually, you need plenty of rooms,
Dealing with goons,
You need plenty of room.
Especially at high noon,
While dealing with a goon,
You might have to get out of town,
On the sooner-side of soon.
So tunnels ain't a bad way to go,
A good tunnel can get you through,
They say tunnel vision by telephone,
Is the best you'll ever do.
Those in charge are kidding,
And they know we know they know,
So these goons are forbidding,
When and where we shouldn't go.
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