At the flats of McBaker Bean
High on the rooftop though not to be seen
Stands the rooftop man where it is still
cold
Until in five days where he might melt and
mold
But on the roof, the rooftop man can see the
city
But be safe up high away from any pity
Is the rooftop man happy, he was made to be
so
We’ll never find out because we all live
below
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