I've been living on the street
Since I was in a car seat
I never filled out a time sheet
So please don't mistreat
When I only want to eat
Sitting in this heat
Wanting a treat
To eat
Got my self on parole
So now I have to enroll
For selling my soul
Out on a pole
That was my toll
So now I'm Sitting in this heat
Selling me as the treat
To eat
I have no home
So the streets I roam
This is my gnome
Asking for money outside the dome
In the great old Rome
Stuck in this heat
Asking for you to treat
So I can eat
If I give a hand job
Or decide to rob
Dress like a slob
Or have no job
don't be a snob
Till you're stuck in the heat
Begging for a treat
So you can eat
I know I'm to blame
For bringing the family shame
And changing my name
To hide from the fame
Please don't defame
Till your hid in the heat
Holding a sign up for a treat
So you can eat
Don't judge me
When you disagree
About me be absentee
Cause you'll never see
Until you agree
To live a day in my heat
This is not a treat
That you want to eat
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