And now for a bit of Sinatra! Or as I call his Clakker counterpart: Hank Pinata
My kind of town, (Buzzarton is) (Chicago is)
Now this could only happen to a Steef like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most fatefully
As I hurl each one of you a fist
This is my kind of town, Buzzarton is
My kind of town, Buzzarton is
My kind of Clakkerz too
Clakkerz who shoot at you
And each time they groan, Buzzarton is
Sekto on the phone, Buzzarton is
A place of dust balls and weed
It’s my kind of town
My kind of town, Buzzarton is
My kind of town, Buzzarton is
My kind of hard-hitting place
And it has, all that waste
And each time I land, Buzzarton is
Blowing up sand, Buzzarton is
The crossbow wielding, Buzzarton is
The outlaw stockyard, Buzzarton is
One town that leaves you to drown
It’s my kind of town!
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