I play the oiks like a fiddle
know the tattles would tittle
as morons dying to display brotherhood
of hoods in simpletons grape-vine
morons orders younger maidens
in their foolishness to deter contact
where contact is not forthcoming
asinine do delusions to claim they are ruling
I play the morons like Clapton on BB Lucy
just to tease them like I don't know nofinks
and set the morons on another hither thither
give the grape-vine of commoners a twang
just to **** a snoop I don't give a flying ****