Wait
It isn´t so great
Since you learned karate chop
You´re walking machs
And I´m just swimming in the slop
You wave your wand at me
And make me dance flip-flop
I want to sing for you
And make your head go pop
the Inuit man
Had not so much a Caesar
He had provision
Say
You´re spraying in the windy
And I´m just pissing off
I´m literally deaf down here
From your canned philosoph
Softly can you hear me
Through the sucking of your quaff
I´m Thalassocracy
And you´re just Romanov