People come and people go
And come and go and come and go,
Some going fast,
Some going slow,
Some lurking and stalking
For the ideal spot,
Some getting out and walking
From the back of the lot.
Some are sad,
Some are tired,
Some are in love,
Some seem inspired.
But all are coming and going
Like water ebbing and flowing.
In the lot, the people come and go,
Talking of Super Mario
Let us go then, you and I,
While there’s still shit left to buy.