The town is where the people stay
From house to house, from day to day
They leave for work and come on back,
They watch TV and hit the sack.
The street is where they drive their car
to go the near, to go the far,
And when they have an accident
They curse to see their car so bent.
This is the town, this is the night,
When criminals come out and fight
And on each house's TV screen
Cavort more thugs, supremely mean.
From day to day, from door to door
Come listen to the village lore
And if the loreís a little lean
Thatís cause itís made of car and screen.