Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine
So kick him out that door An' don't answer it no more
It's a Greenwich Mean Time Your friends all hate each other you think
There's a tape recording on a telephone line An' it's ringin' from the floor So don't answer it no more
Now I was lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee
'Cos these four guys all had on their feet A pair of black shoes shining and neat
Here they come charging up the stairs alright