The Hoi Polloi

While the crowds keep licking their plates And crawling on the floor for more Zsa zsa! These fist-fuckers of the hoi polloi Tongue depress into city hall Just so you know... Pissing fire on Friday nights Getting out of the car to fight I'm so scared of the mission Mr I'm in no condition Mrs Please be quiet, turn off the lights There's a gathering of a mob outside I'm so scared of the mission Mr I can't tell you what I'm wishing Mrs