Order Up, Man!

There's a man upon the corner block

Staring daggers through the morning fog

He marches up with a heavy boot

Pointed finger in a dusty suit (hey,

you!)

Mr. Sit is coming down the lane

He’s got a temper and a twisted brain

He screams it loud,

he screams it clear "Take a seat,

get out of here!" (sit down!)

You try to walk,

you try to run

He treats his anger like it's his only fun

He glares at you with a wicked eye

And barks his orders at the passersby (get down!)

Mr. Sit is coming down the lane

He’s got a temper and a twisted brain

He screams it loud,

he screams it clear "Take a seat,

get out of here!" (sit down!)

He won't stop shouting till the day he dies

(sit down, sit down!) Just a mean old man beneath

the stormy skies

(sit

down!)