Start spreading the news
I'm gonna do that with my fellas around
I'm gonna do that with my fellas around
I'm gonna hit the big town
With my ugliest frown
Some have food, some have teeth
Some have food and teeth
And a bed and a wife
And a life and a job
And a noisy hotrod
And a bank account full of reasons
To be afraid of the dark
Some have a bench in the park

You're a cat in the kitchen
I'm a rat in the store
There's no one around anyway
God gave us this city on a trash can lid
But tonight we'll have a top-notch feast
We're the Beggars Syndicate

Gimme room, gimme gimme room
Gimme room, gimme gimme room
Gimme room, gimme gimme room