There's a lion in the park
Crouched under a broken street light
In quiet desperation
He hunts in my park at night
And he loves little children
Old ladies with canes
The crippled and the lame
Are the name of his game
Feed my lion
There's a lion in the park
Crouched under a broken street light
In quiet desperation
He makes new friends at night
And he loves college students
Musicians with violins
Fools like you and me
With all our midnight sins
Feed my lion
Hello, all you fools out there
Stay out of my park at night
I've got a black leather jacket
And basketball sneakers
A foot long switch blade knife
I love little children
Old ladies with canes
The crippled and the lame
Are the name of my game
Feed my lion
Feed my lion
