When they are knocking at the porch
But you will not let them in
Then they move around the back
and they're rooting in your bins
You grab the shoe of champions
The one with true aim sole
Wind your arm up at the window
Then let fly at the furry goal
The shoe will fly so fast and hard
Bonk him straight upon the head
Take that you rubbish raking raccoon
I hope you end up dead!