A Bomb Back To Vienna
Sooo, ya think you're THE ace
In this jingle jangle place, UHH!?
And you're proud, OOH, SOO proud !
And you're talking here so loud...
That nobody ever noticed
That you're offering a contest
With a weird melody
I would call cacophony...
If an English word exists
To describe your foolish lists !
O.K. Don't you cry like this
Or I would call you Elvis
For the rest of your life...
By the way, I met your wife
And I told her, once again,
How frustrated I remain
Every time I see your pages,
I wish I'd put these images
on my own imagination:
WHATCHA goo' job you done, son !
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