The boy has got potential

But he's never had commercial success

There's flies in his ointment

There's Stuyvesants and liquor on his breath

We'll have him charge the gate

We'll have to set him straight

We'll have him seal his future fate

Before it's too late



I worked with him closely

It must have been ten years ago

Of all the pains in the asses

He's the worst

I've had the bad taste to know

He's undirectable

Completely uncoachable

But perhaps we can put him

In an altered state

Before it's too late