Bighead Loudmouth

Speaking out about what he does not know tho' saying it long and loud enough will never make it so and by the size of the sound of the flute he toots (or, is it his trumpet he blows?) this Cockwomble's too big for his britches he's way too big for his boots as for he who shall not be named for all the world to see someone should pull out the rug from under Mr. T. take him down a peg or two cut him down to size as he lies then denies it could be his downfall it would be his demise
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