When he speaks, I hear the sound,
a president who's been around
speaking of the wife with cankle
not that she could care to rankle

Yo, BT, he fights for freedom
Rocky would be pleased to meet him
late at night when lights are lunar
on the road back home, a crooner

fools rush in, no longer Bing
the king of rock, old Pop can sing
a whispered line from any song
but suddenly I'm in the wrong

and one tough stooge I hear he bought a
tommy gun, and "why I oughta"
tell you something you don't know
it's Ahnold Schwanal ** dee doe

and then another voice will join
it's Raymond with his tenderloin
this sailor's gal has quite a name
he cooks his spinach in the same

a wealthy man on distant isle
who's wife is Lovey, makes me smile
Every single voice he's got
is good but when he's best it's not

the person he'll impersonate
but his own voice...it's getting late
but wait, there's more, but I am spent
on telling of the way it went

or so it goes and what'll come
the truth is, well, I love the ***