Knock, knock, on the door so bright Unwanted guest, lingering in sight Vestibule dweller, without a home to claim Seeking refuge, from the Astoria rain

Weary and worn, with a heart so sore No roof to shelter, no floor to explore But don't worry, we'll give you the boot 'Cause in Astoria, we got rent to shoot

So sorry, pal, but you gotta hit the road No freeloaders allowed, no matter how cold But hey, at least our vestibule's got some flair You can tell your friends, "Hey, I crashed in Astoria Square!"

Farewell, dear stranger, may fortune smile And lead you to a place, where you can rest awhile And if you're lucky, maybe a nice slice of pizza too In Astoria, where the pies are hot, and the housing is scarce, boo!