Lyrics:

(I'll do it slower)
Yeah well the cold has a hard time finding me
Unlike some folks I know
Yeah all the men down in Union Square
Are worried about the snow
'Cuase when your pockets fill with dollar bills
Your heart forgets to eat
Yeah it's a wicked thing that owns this street
Oh yeah so fix your boots and take home says Quick Monique the Freak
Oh yeah I need an easy dollar are you trick or are you treat
Oh if she was six teeth younger, lord, and I had half a mind
You know I'd carry her away from that wicked thing outside
Oh well I saw a carried bundle that had fingers, eyes, and toes
As a father of deception I have never raised a soul
Yeah it's a purchase captured second hand and cherished more than gold
Yeah it's a shelter from that wicked thing that wanders in the cold
Oh yeah so fix your boots and take me home says Quick Monique the Freak
Oh yeah I need as easy dollar are you trick or are you treat
Oh if she was six teeth younger, lord, and I had half a mind
You know I'd carry her away from that thing outside
Oh well the water on the dirty street oh has all but turned to ice
Oh to pave the road for wicked things that wander in the night
Alright, that was really it
And these are the magnificent people that I got to play
So, Issac Gillespie, Blasting Company
And thank all you guys for being here tonight, man
Oh! And our host, [?]
Yeah! yeah! yeah! (Yay!)