We're calling thermatico,
'cause he may have options within
The sequence to which we abide under the railway
He left colossal papers & medicines
To keep us alive
We were elated that thermatico
Had never passed us by
Unintimidated by the officers & prostitutes in line
Early in the century he was the larcenist
The gasohol arsonist,
The consequent flier and later as a centerpiece,
He was discovered dealing with raven kissing the liars
So out in the courtyard we held a meeting
A summit of quality
But he told a lie and off went thermatico
Into the sunset
He had lost options, he had lost ties