This mad son I am at that mother was
Faithless to father art from Heaven fell
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Bellowing back positively the buzz
Previewed in papers which to fame propel
This mad son I am at that mother was

Caked with make up for it by smearing gauze
Applied with shade at saving face from Hell
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Better heard the way the hack joker does
Find first himself snicker at stones to tell
This mad son I am at that mother was

Out of the closet extracting worn bras
With tissue *** ******* therein put well
Into hands holding for punch line applause

Thundering laughter at flames just because
Here with the ****** you are blessed to rebel
This mad son I am at that mother was
Into hands holding for punch line applause