Familiar suits are usually the ones, Who ask the most For what ever the reason being They still wait on their post Lost is the cause And the means of doing Gained some information To cause awful noise Somebody has to wake up the neighbours
For all we care There's still a bunch of miles to go For all we care There's still a bunch of miles to know
Grown to give names in the same games We others too play It's a shame they had to stay And wait, oh wait, they were slain Admit it and be on an easy street Take more, eager lazy feet Someone will pick you up