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 !