Oh he's a singing bar of chocolate
Oh he's a greasy spoon
He thinks that he's the fulcrum
Around which turns the room
And yes he's a crooner
You know he sometimes needs a tune
But you can't tell him sooner
Because his heads the size of a balloon
Yes his name rhymes with rev
And he's turning a screw
Mind out for your head
He'll try and knife you
He's all daggers and sycophantic
Grins at the women
He'll suck all their pearls
Off their necks as their swimming
There blows the blubber
He's a floating in the ocean
He thinks he's so musical
But he's devoid of emotion
He's just rude, yes he wishes he was jude
But he's obscure as his food
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