Wait

It isn't so great

Since you learned karate chop

You're walking machs

And I'm just swimming in the slop

You wave your wand at me

And make me dance flip-flop

I want to sing for you

And make your head go pop



The Inuit man

Had not so much a Caesar

He had provision

Say



You're spraying in the windy

And I'm just pissing off

I'm literally deaf down here

From your canned philosoph

Softly can you hear me

Through the sucking of your quaff

I'm Thallasocracy

And you're just Romanov



The Inuit man

Had not so much a Caesar

He had provision