He was a mean individual,
He had a heart like a bone,
He was a naturally crazy man,
And better off left alone,
He stopped one nite, at a traffic lite,
And when that lite turned green,
He was a mean individual, stranded in a limousine.
Hey, hey, hey,hey,
All the children on the street,
Come running out their front doors,
Running out their back doors,
Flying on their feet,
They said mama oh, papa oh,
See what i have seen,
Theres a mean individual,
Stranded in a limousine.
Then everybody come running,
Everybody said, lordy lord,
Everybody was gunning,
Gonna divvy up the re-ward,
Then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,
A siren,
A flashing lite,
But the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite.
Hey hey hey
They wondered where to begin,
Cos he left that neighborhood,
Just like a rattlesnake, sheds its skin,
Then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups,
And they photographed the scene,
Of the mean individual,
Stranded in a limousine.