2 X 4 - The Fall

He was agin the rich

He was agin the poor

He was against all trepidation

He was agin the rich

On the loose again

He was agin the rich

There’s a new fiend on the loose

On the back of the exhaust clip

Clipped on rich and poor alike

Come to roost again once more

Ol' nick doesn’t go from digs to digs no more

Hit him on the head with a 2 by 4

Nowadays he has a georgian glazed porch

Used table leg to club son in law

New fiend in your home again

He said show me my quarters and glasses

There’s a new fiend on the loose

Jolting in his tradition

It’s a fear of the obtuse

He’s got patents on the moaning