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