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Verse It's copacetic to be prophetic When there's evidence to attest He couldn't aim as well as the rest, Though he'll protest He was stressed. He keeps evading the view pervading That he'd stayed too long at the bar, Where his Walter Mitty Fueled his self-pity That he'd never be A media star. Chorus Till he shot Where someone could see him At a spot That would guarantee him Notoriety in the Fox TV nuthouse, Where hucksters on it Proclaim, "Doggone it, We love your legs and blouse!" But his smile? He's no Mona Lisa – And his style? Like a week-old pizza – But on Fox they claim that Harry moved non-stop, "So we only missed his bottom, Not his top!"
Music & Original Lyrics by Cole Porter To 'Bushie's Media Flacks' |