Key:
Well, listen
(music starts)
Listen
Yellow Guy:
Hmm. Sounds like-
Key:
LISTEEEEN!
(sung)
They're creepin' 'round the corner
Fiddlin' with the door
Duck:
Who is?
Key:
Hiding in your garden
Sleeping on the roof
Duck:
No!
Key:
Renting you a function room
Duck:
That's nice
Key:
Stepping on your toe
Yellow Guy:
Hey!
Key:
And now you need the toilet
They're messing with our town!
Well if I brought you a precious gem
You wouldn't just leave it lying 'round
Well, you'd put it in a box
And cover it with locks
And bury it deep under the ground
Red Guy:
But we're looking for the mayor
Yellow Guy:
I would like a gem!
Duck:
Quiet!
Red Guy:
He wasn't in his house
And he's nowhere to be found
Key:
But you said that you loved your town
But look at all the danger, o' any ol' stranger
Could walk right in and pinch you on the legs
Look inside your lunchbox
Take out all your front teeth
Look at this
What a silly mess
It's not secure at all
Some uninvited guest
Could sneak right in
Fiddle with the bin lids
Ruin all our stuff
Big Ian:
But that belongs to us!
Key:
Well you'd better lock it up
Mrs. Grenald:
Cause we don't have enough!
Officer:
Who's takin' all our stuff
Key:
I think you need the toilet
