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When times are bleak, when demons speak
The words of boastful spite,
True heros find their glorious peak
And defend their task, so right.
A plan was laid, an oath was prayed,
To make him look so silly,
That he'd renounce his claim to fame
And ne'er again be... Billy.
It never fails, he makes up tales
About his carrot power,
We just wish he'd get a grip...
And then go take a shower.
Now, Karen, it's true, he called Sweet Sue
But he missed one tiny detail.
The lass he patted on the ass,
was bought and sold at retail!
Now, Bill, we know, was smitten so,
And making all those passes,
He should have taken a little time
And put on his freakin' glasses.
You see, the dark, without remark
Is seldom without burden.
How could he know, while groping so,
workings of a plastic surgeon?
For all his beamin' about the screamin'
And his pathetic little tiller,
His daring-do with his Sweet Sue
Was really Phyllis Diller!
When she came back to get her due,
For all her toil and trouble,
Said "Remove me from your rollodex,
And make the check out double!"
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