Fatman's got something to sell
to the capital's homeless
At The Crossroads Motel
for the no-fixed-abodeless
Where you can live life in style
you can sleep in a closet
And if you flash him a smile
he'll take your teeth as deposit
There's bats in the belfry
the windows are jammed
The toilets ain't healthy
and he don't give a damn
he just chuckles and smiles
and laughs like a madman,
a born again Rachman
Here comes Sheriff Fatman
Carter USM.
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