...like a bat outta hell, someone gets in our way - someone don't feel so well.
Today we were out in front and this bunch of hooligans walked right up like they owned the joint and decided they were going in the garage, see? And because I prefer my streetgangs musical, they have now been dubbed, "The Jets".
One kept pecking my toes as I tried to chase them out with a broom.
"Here come the Jets, yeah! And we're gonna beat every last buggin' gang on the whole buggin' street."
