Check... When the hour's high And the call is in order People gather round We can all cross the border Send the man of the hour To the place where they came from Tell the man in the tower To bye, bye, bye Hundred dollar bills Are hardly understandable As the crooked winter window sill Sound the bell, sound the bell, sound the bell Have a drink on the house Have a smoke with the policemen Tell the rats or the mouse That the siege has begun Put the locks on the door Pour some fuel on the fire While we're winning this war In our downtown attire