Door Banger

He’s got this, he’s got that
He keeps boxes full of things
He’s got to move all the lot
He keeps hold up on the lift
And when he closes the door
He sure bangs it on the wall

He’s got kids in the hall
They keep screaming too loud
They go climb the sixth floor
It all takes them day long
And when they pass through the door
It sure bounces on the wall

Door banger! Door banger!
Door banger! Door banger!

He’s got work, he’s in hurry
He just brushes through the traffic
This is life in the city
In this boiling cubicle
So when he walks pass the door
It sure bangs back on the wall

I can’t sleep, I can’t help
Is it the lord or the land?
If we feel in a gap
In this rising costs again
When I know he missed the door
He’s nailed up on the wall

Door banger! Door banger!
Door banger! Door banger!

He’s in a go, he’s in a rush
It’s another day I’m talking
He goes down, he comes up
In the echoes of the building
Every time he shuts the door
He sure bangs it on the wall

He pays bills, he pays rent
He tries hard to meet the ends
And it goes on and on
Come never meet an end
I will shove him to the door
With a hang up on the wall

Door banger! Door banger!
Door banger! Door banger!

He’s got this, he’s got that
He keeps boxes full of things
He keeps boxes full of things
He keeps boxes full of things