Everything he says Comes out backward. Nothing about him Is really straightforward. It’s like he came here From Bizarro World. Both of the forks Of his tongue are curled.
He makes our lives Like a lower rank of hell. You won’t want to buy A single thing he sells. You can figure out This reptilian guy Just expect everything He says to be a lie.
If he says it’s a nice day Run for your umbrella. At all possible costs You should avoid this fella. And if you know someone Who tells you he is nice Run as fast as you can From them, take my advice.
He has never been honest He has never even tried. You’ll quickly lose count Of the times he has lied. If you think for a second That he cares about you Believe me when I say It just cannot be true.
Because the only person This guy loves is himself And he doesn’t give a **** About anybody else. Not his family, nor his wife Please be a believer. In truth, he doesn’t really Love himself either.
His whole world is backward, What he hates describes him. He tells about how he is So handsome and slim. But actually he’s a tub of lard And socially quite awkward. But he doesn’t realize it. He is, after all, himself: Mister Backward.