I can represent millions of people, or just one person trying to get a taxi ride.

It’s what you call me or what I call you A four letter word that was given to you Your mother and father thought it through And it is now yours, for all your days too But you can change it if you want, and shorten it if you’d like It’s just what people call you, your id, the label for your life

What do you call giant sleeping Lizards?

Trim, paint, and bedazzle me on your phalanges if you like. Integral for constructing, securing, and building just right. But be wary, stepping on a rusty me will result in a painful lockjaw. And to put me in a coffin? Well that’s the very final straw.

The type of cheese that doesn’t belong to you