Hey man got change for a five Flashback nineteen eighty-two It’s a Saturday and I’m with my crew After the cartoons we’re ready to go Got a five-dollar bill ready to blow Walking the highway rain or shine Mom would tell us “Be back by nine” Dreaming of video all the way there Twenty games of Kong we don’t care Open the door inside we fly Make a beeline for the change guy Place a coin on my favourite game My turn’s coming up I’ve made my claim Wheeling and dealing moving my guy Eating up prizes enemies behind But I’m in a jam on my last life Gotta hunker down or break another five All the games are beeping and bleeping I’m in the zone eyes straight ahead Want the high score gotta good feeling All I wanna see my initials in red Hey man can I borrow a quarter? Pac Man, Dig Dug all about the chase Pole Position get ready to race Threats everywhere Asteroids, Defender Use the smart bomb I don’t wanna surrender Phoenix and Galaga aliens with tricks If shooter games are what give you kicks Hop frogs in traffic to sooth your soul Don’t blow the last jump miss the bleeping hole Remember when Zaxxon came on the scene? 3-D projection appeared on the screen Battlezone in a periscope case Vector graphics VR interface Wheeling and dealing, moving my guy Eating up prizes, enemies behind But I’m in a jam, on my last life Gotta hunker down or break another five All the games are beeping and bleeping I’m in the zone eyes straight ahead Want the high score gotta good feeling All I wanna see my initials in red Haha, you’re dead move over it’s my turn Take one more lap around the arcade Looking in coin slots of the recently played What do we find among the loose change Couple of quarters we get bonus games Nothing but video all in a line So many choices not enough time Down to fifty cents almost time to head home We sigh and we whine then moan and groan The golden age of arcade games A worthy addiction it kept me sane All about the challenge ‘cause you never win The pinging and ringing brings me back again Wheeling and dealing moving my guy Eating up prizes enemies behind But I’m in a jam on my last life Gotta hunker down or break another five All the games are beeping and bleeping I’m in the zone eyes straight ahead Want the high score gotta good feeling All I wanna see my initials in red Hey man what are you doing Go right go right! Wheeling and dealing moving my guy Eating up prizes enemies behind But I’m in a jam on my last life Gotta hunker down or break another five All the games are beeping and bleeping I’m in the zone eyes straight ahead Want the high score gotta good feeling All I wanna see my initials in red Oh yeah LJP in red LJP slots one two three Hey man got change for a five

Way back in the summer of eighty-three Kevin drove a bike for the Dickie Dee He was older than us by two or three years With long lanky legs he had no peers He whistled his jingle every sunny day And you could hear him coming from a mile away He reminded me of Bo driving The General Lee From the Dukes of Hazard we enjoyed on TV He rode faster than the wind Steep hills he would descend The little kids would all scream Here comes the ice cream But the fame went to his head Then he lost his street cred Although Kevin did make loads of cash All that changed after the crash It was a Friday afternoon Gaston Road cul-de-sac We were hanging around just looking for a snack Kevin flew down the hill he was singing his song His two arms in the air his confidence was strong Then he turned the bike sharply riding on only one wheel Like he was some sort of trailer park, Evel Knievel But that Dickie Dee bicycle got outta control As we watched in slow motion the bike started to roll Look, Kev can pop a wheelie. He’s a super star He rode faster than the wind Steep hills he would descend The little kids would all scream Here comes the ice cream But the fame went to his head Then he lost his street cred Although Kevin did make loads of cash All that changed, after the crash So he wiped out the trike and kissed the asphalt This was ice cream karma it was his own fault Then a rainbow of popsicles lit up the sky We gathered the bounty that fell from so high And we ran into the bushes arms loaded with drumsticks The bike still on the ground it needed to get fixed But we laughed at the gaffe stuffed our faces with glee While Kevin had to clean up the dairy debris Wow look at Kevin flying on that bike He’s a legend man It’s raining ice cream I wonder what Kevin’s up to these days He was one helluva entrepreneur But he had a bad day

I remember when we were kids in the 70s, there was a patch of woods behind the trailer park, and on Saturdays we would take our hatchets and hammers and head back into the forest and make forts, and we would play games… along the trails. One of the trails was called. The Bogeyman Trail. Shhh did you hear that Hear what That rustling I think Jeff is trying to sneak up on us Nah that’s just the wind Did you hear that Yeah, I heard a sound We’d better scat Don’t be so loud We have to decide Hide or run Run or hide It’s gonna be fun It’s the Boogeyman On the Boogeyman Trail Here he comes He’s on your tail It's the Boogeyman On the Boogeyman Trail So what’s the plan Are we gonna bail Don’t look back What the hell is that I said, don’t look back No time to chat Here he comes Gotta stay still Sounds like drums Try to be chill The Boogeyman The Boogeyman trail Here he comes On your tail The Boogeyman The Boogeyman trail Here he comes On your tail Who’s there Man I’m scared It’s either Jeff Or a bear Don’t look back I said, don’t look back Don’t look back We have four options Run or hide Hide or run Flee or tree Tree or flee Oh shit, here he comes We can not run Here he comes Wish I had a gun This ain’t no fun Here he comes Mom Here he comes Holy shit That’s not Jeff You should have run

Who are you going to call first You’ll see Shhh quiet it’s ringing Good evening House of Hum Yeah I’ll take combo number five for delivery to Marvin Street Mr. Sheeves is going to be pissed Home alone after school Ideal time to be a fool Yellow pages in our hands To hatch a devilish plan While looking out for our mom We’d ring up the House of Hum Taxi cabs and pizza shops We just couldn’t stop We peaked out the window While waiting for the show Then the cars started to appear From calls we engineered Watching safely from inside Laughing so hard that we cried At the take outs from all around And the bottle exchange downtown The neighbours opened the door Saw three or four cabs maybe more This was the price they’d pay Before call display The drivers talked to one other The prank they would soon discover We, the culprits were unknown Long before the iPhone Woodside Pizza Yeah, I’d like an extra-large pepperoni. Delivery We would continue to spy From the corner of our eye And while we were binging on pringles Cabbies chatted and they mingled A cabbie reached into his pocket Bought a pizza from the street market Turned lemons to lemonade They rose above the fray Hey look, Mr. Sheeves is answering the door The neighbours opened the door (I didn’t order a pizza) Saw three or four cabs maybe more This was the price they’d pay Before call display The drivers talked to each other The prank they would discover We, the culprits were unknown Long before the iPhone But Mom came home early after work From her job as a tax clerk Asked us about the kerfuffle And why the curtains were ruffled Then she says: I don’t have any proof But you boys are acting aloof Go over and apologize Or get grounded as your prize Is Mr. Sheeves still staring over here Yeah Oh boy The neighbours opened the door Saw three or four cabs maybe more This was the price they’d pay Before call display The drivers talked to one another The prank they would soon discover We, the culprits were unknown Long before the iPhone Before the iPhone Before the iPhone We, the culprits were unknown Long before the iPhone This was the price they’d pay Before call display Before call display Before call display This was the price they’d pay Before call display Before call display Before call display Oh yeah, we pranked before Frank (Oh yeah) Before Frank Rizzo (That’s right) We pranked before Frank (Uh-huh) Before Frank Rizzo (Yeah) Yeah, I’d like to order a cab Ah could you make it two

It’s your turn to go in the dumpster I went last time On Friday nights Southdale Woodside Our inhibitions they would slide Day old pastry now our supply Discarded Danishs we made them fly Tomfoolery our middle name Dumpster diving is our game Cause donut buying it’s kinda lame Running and hiding we have no shame On the dark side we strike at night In the dim light we live to fight Timmie’s our dealer discounted ammo (The Dough) City's our canvas nocturnal tableau You got him Oh shit he’s getting out of his car Empty bins we make our dough Neighbours sigh when we start to throw A natural high it's not for show May, June, July, even in the snow On the dark side we strike at night (All night) In the dim light we live to fight Timmie’s our dealer discounted ammo (The Dough) City's our canvas nocturnal tableau Parents today remember well Recall the phase stories they tell Teenage malaise suburban rebel Streets were glazed we're going to hell On the dark side we strike at night (All night) In the dim light we live to fight (We fight) Timmie’s our dealer discounted ammo (The Dough) City's our canvas nocturnal tableau Let’s go make the dough boys On the dark side, we strike at night (Doughboys strike at night) In the dim light, we live to fight (Doughboys live to fight) Timmie’s our dealer, discounted ammo (We are lost without the dough) City's our canvas, nocturnal tableau Don’t eat that timbit it’s for throwing Remember that time we made dough and it killed grass on the lawn

Cleanup aisle five Cleanup Inside outside Bins roll around My hands are tied Bachelor of arts pushing carts There’s nowhere to hide Price check train wreck The item I found Was not correct Customer service no go Saturday morning shit show I just wanna lift the bins And make the rollers spin And hang out in the shade And ill the trunk parade Oh no another mix-up On the parcel pick-up Gonna call it a day Then drink the night away Clock watch boss dodge Baskets in the way Cluttering aisles Piles for miles Front end in disarray Another spill we know the drill Run to the back shop Bring back the mop And a cardboard box Jar broken by SMU jocks I just wanna lift the bins And make the rollers spin Hang out in the shade Fill the trunk parade Oh no, another mix-up On the parcel pick-up Gonna call it a day Then drink the night away An order in disorder We screwed up again Waiting bins Full of soy and bok choy Redeploy stock boy On the cashier frontier All these rain checks Pain in the neck Double bagging until break Gonna give me a headache But I just wanna lift the bins And make the rollers spin Hang out in the shade And fill the trunk parade Oh no another mix-up On the parcel pick-up Gonna call it a day Then drink the night away Price check on seven But I just wanna lift the bins And make the rollers spin Hang out in the shade And fill the trunk parade Um who’s on pickup Supposed to be you Ah yeah Oh no another mix-up On the parcel pick-up Gonna call it a day Then drink the night away Price check on seven Hello Ah shit I better get that But I just wanna lift the bins And make the rollers spin Hang out in the shade And fill the trunk parade Oh yeah Hey man what are you going to drink tonight I’m getting me some Peach Schnapps Oh yeah it’s pretty good with Big Eight lemon lime eh Yeah I know Ah You just said that over the PA

I feel it in the air I’m feeling like I just don’t care Fly away Drive away Get away (Saturday) Find a way Fly away Drive away Get away (Saturday) Find a way I feel it in the air I’m feeling like I just don’t care The light So bright Let’s fly Tonight I feel it in the air I’m feeling like I just don’t care (Don’t care) Fly away Drive away Get away Find a way Fly away Drive away Get away Gonna play Play Play

Hey, look fresh slices! Man, I got the munchies! Yo, I'll have two slices, with donair sauce, to go! Back in the nineties, in the capital city Downtown clubs, were groovy and gritty Every weekend, the mood was giddy Some felt lucky, some got pity After last call, we know the drill Stumble and bumble, up and down the hill Follow the crusts, for one more thrill 'Cause after midnight, drinks will spill Pizza Corner, three shops and a wall Gonna eat some slices, after the pub crawl Grafton and Blowers, it was a prime location Near the Dome and the Palace, a culinary destination King of Donair, Sicilian, the European Food Shop House music blasting, the high jinks nonstop Tinfoil tumbleweeds, rolled around the streets Then we'd debate, the night's wins and defeats I'll take a slice of pepperoni Make it two! Make it Top it Bake It Drop it It's three a.m., we know the routine Arrive at the corner, scope out the scene A space to hang out, the place to be seen Best spot to sample, the local cuisine Counting our change, as we wait in line From covers and drinks, that we paid since nine A pile of napkins, we're ready to dine Sit on the wall, snow, rain or shine Get extra sauce, for a super donair All over your face, we didn't care Scarf it all down, with zeal and flair Look a seagull, paper plate in the air Pizza Corner, three shops and a wall Gonna eat some slices, after the pub crawl Grafton and Blowers, it was a prime location Near the Dome and the Palace, a culinary destination King of Donair, Sicilian, the European Food Shop House music blasting, the high jinks nonstop Tinfoil tumbleweeds, rolled around the streets Then we'd debate, the night's wins and defeats Yo, are you gonna eat the crust Yeah, it's the best part! Slice it Wrap it Price It Grab it On busy nights, we'd sit on the grass Take in the sights, the crowds would mass In between bites, and the broken glass Some boys would fight, a jerk and a jackass Time goes by, done with jibber jap Still one slice left, you just gotta grab Then find a ride home, in a taxicab Memories we made, the night's been fab (Gimme some, gimme some, gimme some, extra sauce) Pizza Corner, three shops and a wall (Show me some, show me some, show me some, extra sass) Gonna eat some slices, after the pub crawl (Slice me up, slice me up, slice me up, a zesty piece) Grafton and Blowers, it was a prime location (Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up, some tasty grease) Near the Dome and the Palace, a culinary destination (Gimme some, gimme some, gimme some, extra sauce) King of Donair, Sicilian, the European Food Shop (Show me some, show me some, show me some, extra sass) House music blasting, the high jinks nonstop (Slice me up, slice me up, slice me up, a zesty piece) Tinfoil tumbleweeds, rolled around the streets (Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up, some tasty grease) Then we'd debate, the night's wins and defeats Did you get any phone numbers tonight Nope Hey, is it okay if I brought my donair in your cab, I promise not to make a mess Yeah, right (Gimme some, gimme some, gimme some, extra sauce) Pizza Corner, three shops and a wall (Show me some, show me some, show me some, extra sass) Gonna eat some slices, after the pub crawl (Slice me up, slice me up, slice me up, a zesty piece) Grafton and Blowers, it was a prime location (Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up, some tasty grease) Near the Dome and the Palace, a culinary destination (Gimme some, gimme some, gimme some, extra sauce) King of Donair, Sicilian, the European Food Shop (Show me some, show me some, show me some, extra sass) House music blasting, the high jinks nonstop (Slice me up, slice me up, slice me up, a zesty piece) Tinfoil tumbleweeds, rolled around the streets (Serve me up, serve me up, serve me up, some tasty grease) As we'd debate, the night's wins and defeats Yeah, I need a coke, got change for a five