Not gonna take my car tonight,
I'm gonna take a walk.
They track my movements, left and right,
Each minute after work.
Newspaper lying on the floor,
Saying, "Looking for a nanny",
Those liars, it's me they're looking for,
They'll have me dead and take my money.
My neighbor walking by my door,
"Hi Jim," he says in fake kind voice.
I don't believe his acting though,
He's in with them, I gotta run from Illinois.
"Alarm's been beeping at your house," he says,
I say, "I'm gonna check it out".
They must be here! Oh yes, oh yes!
I'm walking silently, it's them, no doubt!
Unlocked my door, I gotta have an eyeful,
Tiptoed through corridor,
And from a secret spot took out my rifle.
Sudden knocks on my front door!
"Order for..." a shout I hear,
They ordered me, my doom!
"Oh, wrong one, sorry sir!"
No time to waste, I aim and... boom!
Front door is open, blood splattered on the rocks.
The view expanded wide, as if on a projector:
Old man with rifle, dead body, pizza box.
And loud beeping of carbon monoxide detector.