[Kim Wilde]
Looking out a dirty old window.
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by.
I sit here alone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can feel the heat but it's soothing.
When Sumo Rabbit was let out of his hutch,
You couldn't believe a rabbit looked to butch,
His muscles ripped, there is death within his
eyes,
Other forms of life are things he does despise.
Sumo Rabbit
