They're creeping 'round the corner

Fiddling with the doors

(Who is?)

Hiding in your garden

Sleeping on the roof

(No!)

Renting you a function room

(That's nice)

Stepping on your toe

(Hey!)

And now you need the toilet

They're messing up our town!

Well, if I brought you a precious gem

You wouldn't just leave it lying 'round

Well, you'd put it in a box and you'd cover it with locks

And bury it deep under the ground

But we're looking for the mayor

I would like a gem

Quiet!

He wasn't in his house and he's nowhere to be found

Well, you say that you love your town

But look at all the danger, any old stranger could

Walk right in and pinch you on the legs

Look inside your lunch box, take out all your front teeth

Look at this, what a silly mess!

It's not secure at all, some uninvited guest

Could sneak right in, fiddle with the bin lids

Ruin all our stuff

(But that belongs to us!)

Well, you'd better lock it up

('Cause we don't have enough!)

Who's taking all our stuff?

I think you need the toilet

Wait, look, guys

Footsteps leading up to the gate

Uh, I mean... sorry, I know it's, it's a song and stuff, but...

Isn't that the mayor?

Maybe we should just... look outside here, get a search party going-

But I thought you loved your town

Don't you want to stop it from rotting down?