Hey you, Maybot shitehouse,

Ha ha charade you are.

You house proud town mouse,

Ha ha charade you are

You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.

You're nearly a real treat,

All tight lips and cold feet

And do you feel abused?

…..! …..! …..! …..!

You gotta stem the evil tide,

And keep it all on the inside.

Maybot you're nearly a treat,

Maybot you're nearly a treat

But you're really a cry.