We're a couple of "Occs";
We flop at the city's "poks",
But we prefer McDonald's
O'er a spray in the "sit-ease" box. [1]
We've a couple of snorts
We hide from Manhattan's courts.
In June, July and August, [2]
We were mute about cheap imports.
No fancy billionaires would sup with me,
But we know how to get where most sip tea
Locally.

We would drive up the avenue,
But we have no People's Bus. [3]
We could skate up the avenue,
But skateboards would cause a fuss.
We would ride in a paneled bed,
But we have no pickup trucks.
So we'll walk up the avenue;
Yes, we'll walk up the avenue,
'Though to walk up the avenue is what sucks.

Wall Street bankers tar we;
They spent all our currency.
We'd open up their safes,
But all they've got there is policy.
We're the Ivy League grads
Who answer Help Wanted ads.
We'd like to tell you that a job's a right,
Or we can't be dads.
The HR shills [4] are baiting, fat's their club;
But how are we to get hired? That's the rub!
That's the nub.

We could march up the avenue,
But we haven't got a band.
We could fly up the avenue,
But the course we have not planned. [5]
We could ride in a trolley car,
But our signs would never fit.
So we'll walk up the avenue;
Yes, we'll walk up the avenue;
Yes, we'll walk up the avenue; then we'll sit.

We would skip up the avenue,
But we haven't got a rope.
So we'll walk up the avenue;
Yes, we'll walk up the avenue;
Yes, we'll walk up the avenue, fraught with hope.