He knocks on your door
Expecting some money
This little bald bloke
Is not even that funny
He stands there all day
Waiting for cash
Then he gets nasty
And treats you like trash
He claims he is right
And you're in the wrong
He doesn't care
If he's waiting for long
It finally hits you
This guy is no fun
You go in your cupboard
And pull out your gun
You open the door
And point it at him
This little bald guy
Is trembling within
Maybe next time
He'll listen to me
When I tell him
I've got no fucking money
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