They want to improve, but can't accept us
When there is a problem they want us to tell
When we tell they ignore and make such fuss
When there is light on and off in the street
You take the wheelie out only to trip
And to walk back you can't see your two feet
And they want the place to be much better
Send hundreds of emails what they do
They never respond to any letter
Sometimes you need to get a little mean
They say you lean and they ignore you more
Then they ask where people like you have been
Here complaining about the city
When all you do is be ignorant fools
Then afterwards you feel great pity