Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger   I'm writing one great song   Yes, we screen, speak   Chestnuts Roasting      Collins, I'm downstairs   Hey, Roger picked up the phone   No, it's me, throw down the key   A wild night is now preordained   I may be detained      What does he mean?   What do you mean, detained?   Ho, ho, ho, Benny, shit      Dudes, I'm on my way   Great, fuck, I need the rent   What rent? This past year's rent which I let slide   Let slide? You said we were 'Golden'      When you bought the building   When we were roommates   Remember, you lived here?      How could I forget?   You, me, Collins and Maureen   How is the drama Queen?   She's performing tonight      I know, still her production manager?   Two days ago I was bumped   You still dating her?   Last month I was dumped      She's in love   She's got a new man?   Well, no, what's his name?   Joanne      Rent, my amigos, is due   Or I will have to evict you   Be there in a few      The power blows