Streaks on the china, 
never mattered before, 
who cares.

When you dropped kicked your jacket 
As you came through the door, 
No one glared.

But sometimes things get turned around 
And no one’s spared.

All hands look out below 
There’s a change in the status quo. 
Gonna need all the help that we can get.

According to our new arrival 
Life is more than mere survival 
We just might live the good life yet.