As they stand in the station warm and dry
Somewhere under a black and stormy sky
There are those sworn to protect and serve
Battling the forces that test their nerve
But Naperville’s finest just quake and quiver
Down their spines there runs a shiver
“It’s raining hard, the lines are dead”
Are the plaintive words of their dread
Their job, of them, makes too many demands
They can only cry and wring their hands
One of their own is in grievous peril
But they’ve forgotten their all weather apparel
They stand there and snivel and twit
What happens to others, they don’t give a bleeep
But the main reason they are so glum
Is that their pizza may not come
So join them tomorrow, they’ll be here
Where they’ll prepare Tracy’s bier.
As they stand in the station warm and dry Somewhere under a black and stormy sky There are those sworn to protect and serve Battling the forces that test their nerve But Naperville’s finest just quake and quiver Down their spines there runs a shiver “It’s raining hard, the lines are dead” Are the plaintive words of their dread Their job, of them, makes too many demands They can only cry and wring their hands One of their own is in grievous peril But they’ve forgotten their all weather apparel They stand there and snivel and twit What happens to others, they don’t give a bleeep But the main reason they are so glum Is that their pizza may not come So join them tomorrow, they’ll be here Where they’ll prepare Tracy’s bier.