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