Mr. Wilson (for Robert)
ESL - August, 2006 - March,
2007
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Oh, Mr. Wilson is an
Irishman
The like you'll find in no
other land
And Mr. Wilson is a holy
man
But you cannot call him a
reverand.
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He's a Pope, he's a dope,
he's like soap-on-a-rope
He's a winner, he's
grinner, he's a fake Berliner
He is mod, he is God, he's
a pea-in-a-pod
But the phrase that fits
him best ... er
why he's a
cosmic jester
And Mr. Wilson's not your
everyman,
He gets the devil by the
balls with either hand,
Yeah Mr. Wilson is a wicked
man,
But to non-believers he's a
real Godsend.
He's a smoke, he's a joke,
he's a chicken choke,
He's a bastard, served with
custard, he's all alabaster,
He's a bookie, king of
nookie, let us have another cookie,
But the phrase that fits
him best ... er
why he's a
cosmic jester
And Mr. Wilson's gotta date
with God
They gonna look at each
other and sometimes nod,
They will wink, they will
shrug, and have little to say,
'Cause they can read each
other like a cow reads hay!
HEY!!
He's a man, I'm his fan,
and my name is Stan,
He's superman I'm superfan
then and my name be Dan,
He's a mount I'm a count
and what's in a name anyway,
But the phrase that fits
him best ... er
why he's a
cosmic jester
Copyright © 2006/2007 Ernest Samuel Llime.
All Rights Reserved.
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