If I had Chopin's twiddly fingers,
Or Freddie's range
Would you look at me the same?
Probably.

There's a time for worry
A time for shame
There are places
You'll never see again
If insurance you seek
Then do not
Challenge me
I am certain
To
Put
You
To
Shame
And you'll be the one
Put
To
Blame
Go, Go on your way
If you stay
It will be
Your last day
You better go hide
Perhaps hitchhike a ride
I would not
Recommend
you to
Stay
But I'll catch
Up with
You, Sir
Someday.