Meet the man, the talk of the street He leaves no-one quite the same His games goes on and everyone Is invited to play along Once known in the neighborhood As a brilliant architect Designer of roads and avenues With a family to go home to You gotta hurt for some people A vicious crash, a ball of flame Innocent lives again are claimed Picked up the phone, they heard him go Down boy, down boy Now he's get very large And has lost the need to bathe And shaves and changes his cloathes every day Especially work for his pay And we call him *rawrawrawraw* Making *mahmahmahmah* sounds Guess they don't have names where he is Has no need for one anyhow You gotta hurt for some people A vicious crash, a ball of flame Innocent lives again are claimed Picked up the phone, they heard him go Down boy, down boy Down boy, down boy We sure love to watch him go Most of these people cross the street Must be his monster voice they fear Or maybe the maggots in his beard Over the years, he set his pace He never rushes like before I watch him mumble in my face It's a shame he won't talk anymore