A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

(Rollover, Mr. Roberts)

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood,
sexual predators all around.
I think I'll go for a walk,
take in the city's sound.

My check engine light's on empty,
and my brakes are out of round.
My air bags' about to out gas,
with that hideous popping sound.

The IRS is out to get me,
and the charity I've found.
To expense my lavish lifestyle,
please tell them I'm out of town.

Must remember not to cross the street,
my neighbor's pit bull's lair.
Last time he got hold my leg,
and dragged me here to there.

Neighbor came home to find her dog,
wagging his behind.
Found me in a stack of bones,
long-lost lovers find.

She's a he, or I think she be,
the difference is so profound.
I follow her like a lap dog,
my hung tongue slurping sound.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood,
can you hear that lovely sound?
Ethnicities crashing in the distance,
it's a great time to be around.
Map showinng location of sexual predators.

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