There’s a street way on the East side
with a blue house on the corner
where all the people ‘in the know’
direct their closest friends to go
for things the normal place in town
does not often carry

The man that sits all day just in
the den, with a small TV on
takes visitors at gunpoint
(though they don’t know they’re
at gunpoint) while he hears
just what they need, and
with the furthest thing from speed
I’m sure he calls the guy that
takes care of most everying

No one much complains about
the rather large nominal fee, as
when service is rendered, there’s
no customer left unhappy:
the dirtiest of work is done
the laundry taken out, it seems
and no one needs to know a thing,
so shut the door tight
on your way out.