garbage can bandit

I sit on your garbage can and fiddle with a knob Your back door shakes a bit, I search for a corn cob Smash goes the lid to your aluminum garbage can I am the man, I think now, I am the man! You are in your kitchen, terrified to see that knob Slowly move back and forth; my cousin has the corn cob Fighting ensues, we slap each other and screech You call the cops. They send out Officer Leech.