Mr. Pennycounter

Tell me what's the matter

Is that my candy wrapper

Stuck inside your gutter?

Your eyes are getting redder

Your cheeks are bulging fatter

I'd help, but I'm no climber

And it's you who owns the ladder

Inside my roach motel

I'm a martyr for you

And since I don't fare as well

You say it's harder for you

Inside my roach motel

I'm a martyr for you

And when I don't fare as well

That makes it harder...

Mr. Pennycounter

Sorry for the clutter

I'll hop aboard my scooter

And head back to my trailer

I'll come back in an instant

With some disinfectant

To spray upon your poodle

(He's sick because I touched him.)

Inside my roach motel

I'm a martyr for you

And since I don't fare as well

It makes it harder for you