1-800-Tweet-Tweet-Tweet
1-800-TWEET-TWEET-TWEET
Whoa is me, don't have many friends
Except those here on the Soup
Maybe because I show only my best side
You don't know the real scoop
Nasty to children that push old people down
Whenever I get the chance
It's my right been living eighty-six years
Still adorable after a lifelong dance
Well what did you expect, some Casanova
No way, been through life's mill
Got spitted out quite unceremoniously
A hardened “lifer” if you will
Putting you on, been a charmer since birth
Ladies all flock to my door
Just wanting a piece of my virile “young” body
The word “old” I absolutely abhor
Well enough about me, a Hollywood hunk
Quite unassuming, shy and sweet
If any of you want to know this guy better
Call 1-800-TWEET TWEET TWEET
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