 John is in the basement mixing up the medicine. I'm on the pavement thinking about the government. The man in the trench coat batch I've laid off says he's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off. Check it out, kid, it's something you did. God knows when, but you're doing it again. You better duck down the alleyway looking for a new friend. The man in the coonskin cap. Woo-hoo!