A new pair of monkeys came banging on my door last night
Tight hips & XL backs but the classical faces of jerk
Just as we all were taught in the early good years
They talked the rough ways of the clan & said:
“Move your fat ass of the couch, you dork
The old man wants you back to work”

Yeahm they got it right, I’ve been too long living off
My time of joy seems to be over
After months & months of leasure
I haven’t got much left to pay the rents
I’ll be straight into my dirty dutties
Sparking off hasles for the bigger guys
It’s been more than enough of getting fat
& It’s time for me to earn some new cents

But the clan takes from my wage a lovely fee
To silence Concil, cops & the city diary
& there is nothing law can do to blame me
As long as I play in name of The Favour Company

Right away they charged me with a second line task
Just an easy one to get me back into the swing
I’ll be driving all the way out of town
& Search into the worst slot machine stinky dives
I had order of not being to hard
Simply scare another nerd, poor young hick
That seems not to have clear & understand
That noone fools around with the bosses’s wives

But the clan takes from my wage a lovely fee
& say it is to quiten down Concil, cops & the city diary
& there is nothing law will do to blame me
As long as I play in name of The Favour Company


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