The Bigamist

Don’t worry, don’t worry My fair lady Oh! Sweet Brenda The words came dropping like acapella With cap in hand He tapped this crying fella “You’d be a blessed seer To resist his words and glamour I know you hope in him to find your Doppelgänger But life is full of lots and lots of danger And many live their lives undercover So never judge a book by its cover Remember not only gold can glitter” Fairest of all Beauty, One more thing Before I leave, He sips a glass of Remy martins “Guard thy heart from Johnson Cuz’ His sword has many beaten”