| Uh, excuse me? |
| What’s going on?
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| Why’d you freeze our contract?
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| Why do you have a contract that got frozen? |
| See, it works both ways
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| That doesn’t make sense!
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| Fight, fight, fight!
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| Who said that?
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| Fight!
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| Ooh, feels just like high noon
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| Ugh, we’re sick of you tycoons
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| Err, you’re all gonna die soon
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| Ageist!
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| Well, here comes the typhoon!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine!
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| The park is mine! |
| (The park is all of ours)
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| Mayor thinking that you own the town
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| Well, you’re wearing dioramas like a crown
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| You’re killing tradition for your dividends
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| You reek of entitlement
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| (It's the depends)
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| Colonizers!
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| Colonizers!
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| I’m not sure either of you have a right to--
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| We were here first!
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| That’s problematic
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| How?
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| Bureaucrats!
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| Dilettantes!
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| Get the caskets for these geriatrics
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| You can’t hack it!
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| I heard he’s flaccid
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| Oh, come on, one in four men--
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| How dare you bring up his erectile dysfunction?
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| Screw this whole luncheon
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| Let’s wreck this whole function!
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| Get to chuckin', toss the turducken
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| Chew on this mutton!
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| Ah, you’re all bluffin'-
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| Cake to the face!
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| Werther’s these perverts
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| Launch the sherbert
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| They got Herbert!
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| Murder!
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| Why would you kill a party that we loved?
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| You white-collar kleptocratic golfing thugs
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| High on your power
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| It’s prescription drugs
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| (It's legal)
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| Corporate puppets
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| Kick the bucket
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| Fight!
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| Whoa
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| Look out for the train!
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| Whoa
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| I’m pulling the cane!
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| Whoa
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| I’m bringing the rain!
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| Bringing the rain?
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| Bringing the rain
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| Bringing the rain
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| This is insane!
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| The park is mine
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| The park is mine
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| The park is mine
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| The park is mine
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| I lost the Mayor, don’t tell anybody |