Once there was a man whose head

Produced a voice like a blanket of lead

And when he'd start to coment

A thousand thoughts would suffocate



And once there was a man who stood

He nailed his feet into the wood

And when you try to circumscribe

You can't get past his distribe



One way, my way

What I say goes

My opinion is fact

And if you react

Then it's going to come to blows



Once there was a man whose fist

Hung from his tongue

Like a hideous cist

And now ideas might conflict

Were beaten up by his retorict



One way, my way

What I say goes

My opinion is fact

And if you react

Then it's going to come to blows