My neighborhood is crazy, I live in Wiclef-Lane. Everyday starts hazy, people are insane. Like Mrs. Haberdasher: she's cooking for her pet. Her husband died from heart attack - now she's got a fat cat.
But I like being here. Feel noting, I don't care. I lean back and put up my feet. Don't worry 'bout anything anymore.
The cat is notorious for raids on neighbor's kids. It's acting really furious but then fell in a pit. There was a crazy laugh which came from drunken Joe. He put it in his deep fat fryer - what a cruel show.
Mrs Haberdasher - completely lonesome now, clenched her fist and went to drunken Joe. Never give a deep fat fryer to a drunken man. Otherwise a woman comes and kills you with her pan.
But I like being here. Feel nothing, I don't care. I lean back and put up my feet, don't worry 'bout anything anymore.