We felt for Poppy; Saw why he lost. Way too flip-floppy, Even with his fingers crossed. And so we've set up A firmer team: I get the skim milk; Cheney gets the cream. They say that I'm a Wimp, Because I play the chimp To Cheney's organ grinder man. Of course he calls the tunes, But lets me play the spoons And dance around as best I can. Though not a single word gets spoken, that is fine by me. The spoken word, you've heard, is not my specialty. We won't admit we're licked. But you'll see how we've clicked When our new act hits Iran.
Music by Richard Rodgers |