He’s a son-of-a-bitch
Pigeon-toed limp-wristed
Party pooper
Who’s a yellow-bellied
Hippie scum papa’s boy
From the wrong side of the tracks
With a stick up His ass,
The preachy crybaby tool
Flip-flopper faith healer
Blood-sucking dipstick
Hoity-toity prima donna who
Was run out of town on a rail.
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