 They're coming for me. They're coming for me. How can I hide myself behind the streets? I heard this is the only place to be. Drinking margaritas and forget about the bills. I mean, the way you talk, you make me feel rude. The way you want me, I'm acting like a dude. There ain't no place where I have to walk to. Don't mind about missing the show. I've got a box full of fellas, and I'm here running under the sun.