What a guy,
Me oh my.
His hands move fast,
Makes me want to cast,
A line into the water avast,
Ye matey he is the most ashen fellow
My god sometimes he looks quite yellow;

When the trumpets blare,
He gives them a stare,
And the words we fear,
He says just loud enough to hear,

I have never been so disappointed in my life,

Oh boy what a tear.