The problem is they have been
known to be explosive,
They cause commotion any hour of the day,
Mr. Mayor, won't you call our nearest congressperson,
'Cause I don't think we ought to let 'em stay...
Don't want a missile to be my next door neighbor,
Don't know of anyone who would,
They're messy, they stay up all night, they're noisy and
If they come, there goes the neighborhood...
Our new neighbors, they are
Everything they need they get for free,
I might remind you all that we're the ones a-payin' for
Mr. MX and his Mrs.' miseries...
They used to say our little
city was a melting pot,
A shining model of democracy. well,
If the new neighbors have an argument. we're all involved,
And a melting pot's exactly what we'll be...
Now I am not unsympathetic
to the homeless,
So if we've got to have them here at all,
Mr. Driver, take your moving van to Main Street,
And park those suckers right by city hall...
© 1982 David Michael Roth, Roth Records (ASCAP)